Alan got up, strode to the window, and looked out for a minute's space.
"What would you say, Caw," he asked, turning abruptly, "if I told you that for the last eighteen months I have regarded Mr. Bullard and Mr. Lancaster as my best friends?"
The servant, who had risen also, replied respectfully: "I would say I was very sorry, sir."
"Indeed!—And if I told you that they had helped me with a large sum of money—what then?"
"I should take the liberty, sir, of wondering what you gave them for it."
"Good Heavens!" the young man exclaimed, "the thing is impossible!" Controlling himself—"Thanks, Caw, I'll not trouble you more for the present."
"Very good, sir. When will you take tea?"
"I'm taking tea with Dr. Handyside."
"Very good, sir. I had better show you how the door works from this side."
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