“Oh, it’s you, sir!”
“Yes, it is I, Pengelly. Tell me, did you leave all right?”
“Yes, sir; quite right.”
“At what time?”
“I was there till nine, sir. Have you been since?”
“No, Pengelly; but I have got an uneasy feeling upon me that something might be wrong. I couldn’t sleep, so I came on to you.”
“Guilty conscience,” thought Pengelly.
“I think,” continued Geoffrey, “I’ll walk on down there to see if every thing is right. Good-night.”
“No, sir, stop a minute, and I’ll come too.”
Geoffrey protested, but as he protested Pengelly jumped into his flannel trousers and frock, and in the time that a modern gentleman would have taken to unbutton his eyelids and think about his bath, the miner was dressed and coming down.