"Armbruster came in this morning, he's going to America. He's got on to a big firm for book illustrating; he wanted me to go with him and try my luck—offered to pay the expenses. You might hint, perhaps, if the subject turns up, that you think I am going to America."
"Certainly."
"When can you go?"
"Any time."
"You might go now, for I'm awfully anxious to hear if she is all right. What's the time? Two—yes—if you go now you will get there about four."
"Highgate?"
"Yes—'The Laurels,' John's Road. Have you any money?"
"Unfortunately I am rather unprovided with the necessary——"
"Wait."
Leavesley went to a little jug on the mantel and turned the contents of it into his hand.