“Really—you are a young man and ought not to have tried them.”
“A young man, eh? I was just thinking of my young man Croft, and that I must be going; but stay—I think I heard a rap at your front door.”
“Perhaps so, I’ll inquire. Now Maria, what is it?” asked the doctor of a neat little servant.
“If you please, sir, the gentleman is wanted.”
“I really cannot stay to see anyone,” said Mr Falcon.
“What name was given, Maria?” asked the doctor.
“Warner, sir.”
“I’ve heard that name,” said Mr Falcon, who motioned to his friend to shut the door—“but perhaps you would kindly see him for me, doctor?”
“Look here, Maria,” said the doctor in a more subdued tone, “was my patient asked for?”
“No, sir; the man only said he called respecting Eben Croft.”