"Very creditable of you, Jenkins," he said; "meanwhile you can get me a carriage, and send me my bill."
"Yes, sir. Of course Mr. Grayburn told you I should have to get you out of the town on the sly. This I must say, though, since you sent in your resignation they are talking more kindly about you."
"How considerate of them! But that does not alter my plans. I wish to be driven to West Billington."
"Yes, sir. From there you return to London?"
"I don't know. I presume, moreover, that where I go is remarkably like my own business."
"Exactly, sir. I was only thinking about your letters."
"You can burn them. I don't care. I want no letters. You send the carriage."
"If anybody inquires about you?"
"I believe you profess to be a very religious man, Jenkins, in spite of your calling. The teetotalers say your calling is to send people to hell. Well, I'll not be so explicit. Tell inquirers that I am gone to a region where fires are supposed to be very good."
"But, sir——"