“Yes, certainly.”
Then Felix bethought himself of his errand.
“There’s a great row at the office,” he said. “Mr. Fairchild has got home, Cousin David has run away and Mr. Ralston is arrested.”
“That’s a budget of news. When did Mr. Fairchild return?”
“This forenoon. He wants you to call to-morrow.”
“All right. I will do so.”
“And if he offers you back your old place you won’t take it?” said Felix, anxiously. “If you don’t, I think he’ll keep me.”
“Then I’ll promise not to accept. I am better satisfied where I am. Have you had supper, Felix?”
“No.”
“Then come and take supper with me. I go out about this time.”