"And I am going away in the morning—and some of the party probably to-day; for there's no chance of Sir Jekyl's coming down for some time," continued Varbarriere, not seeming to hear Guy's interruptions.
"Very sorry!" said Guy, sincerely, and his eyes glanced along the empty windows.
"And so, you see, this visit here leads pretty much to nothing," continued Varbarriere. "And it might be best to keep that carriage for a few minutes—eh?—and get into it, and drive back again to Slowton."
"Immediately, sir?"
"Immediately—yes. I'll join you there in the morning, and we can talk over your plans then. I do not know exactly—we must consider. I don't want to part in unkindness. I wish to give you a lift, Guy, if you'll let me." So said Varbarriere in his off-hand way.
Guy bowed deferentially.
"And see, nephew; there's a thing—attend, if you please," said Varbarriere, lowering his voice.
"I attend, sir."
"See—you answer upon your honour—do you hear?"
"I do, sir. You hear nothing but truth from me."