What doom was to fall upon him Mr. Petre knew not; but the face of his host reassured him, for though it was full of grandeur, as befitted his station, it was not malignant. It was even kindly, though its owner took care that it should not betray the too great respect which he felt for such a client’s presence.
“We have all heard the news, Mr. Petre,” he said, when they were alone.
Mr. Petre gulped. He hadn’t heard any news!
“I congratulate you, Mr. Petre. It was a bold move.”
Mr. Petre inwardly agreed that it was—not to say temerarious—and the word “congratulate” relieved him, but he said nothing. He only smiled profoundly.
“I need not say that we are entirely at your disposal for any operation in connection with all that will follow?”
“Certainly,” said Mr. Petre in tones the firmness of which surprised him. “Certainly.” Though what it was that might follow left him bewildered.
“I should imagine everything will be settled before the end of the Session, eh?” continued the Master of Credit, or rather the high servant of those who are the ultimate masters of Credit.
“No doubt,” said Mr. Petre. “Yes, probably. In fact, obviously.” Then there was a silence.
“Well, Mr. Petre, I only asked you to be good enough to give me a few moments in order to put that before you. Ah! It is for you to judge.”