The butler came up from below, dressed for the street.
"Jarvis, put this envelope in the inside of that excellent black coat of yours and hand it—afterward—to the gentleman we're going to do business with."
"Yes, Mr. Bines."
"And put your cravat down in the back, Jarvis—it makes you look excited the way it is now."
"Yes, sir; thank you, sir!"
"Is Briggs ready?" "She's waiting, sir."
"Go out and get in the carriage, both of you."
"Yes, sir!"
He stood in the hallway waiting for her. It was a quarter-past ten. In another moment she rustled softly down to him.
"I'm trusting so much to you, and you're trusting so much to me. It's such a rash step!"