“Besides which, he ain’t at ’ome, sir.”
“Where has he gone?”
“Abroad, they do say, sir; though I don’t rightly know much about ’im.”
“Has he been away long?”
Mrs Gabbon considered.
“It must ’ave bin before the middle of November he went, sir.”
“Ha!” exclaimed Mr Bunker, keenly, though apparently more to himself than his landlady.
“I beg your pardon, sir?”
“The middle of November, you say? That’s a long holiday for a doctor to take.”
“’E ’avn’t no practice to speak of,—not as I knows of, leastways.”