“A fortnight.”
“A fortnight, and not been here!”
“I have been three times,” said Richard, “and you were always out.”
“How provoking! But you might have written. The fact is, Dick, I’m busy. All that work that was held back from me for so long is coming now. I was a bit lucky with my first case.”
Which was a fact, for he had carried it through in triumph, and solicitors were sending in briefs.
“I have been busy, too—making up my mind what to do.”
“Then look here, Dick, old fellow. I’m getting a banking account—do you hear? a banking account—and if you don’t come to me whenever you want funds, we are friends no more.”
“Franky,” said Richard, huskily, “I knew you were a friend, or I should not have come to your chambers for the fourth time. But what did you mean about Vanleigh’s affairs concerning us?”
“Well, only that they may. You know they are in town, of course?”
“Why, yes; I met Van the other day. Flick is sure to be near him.”