“The doctor never flogged him?”
“No; I don’t see why, for he wasn’t a model boy, though he was a good friend to me.”
“He seemed like a trump. I’m sorry I didn’t tip him. I say, Guy, I mean to send him a couple of guineas, just to show my appreciation of his pluck and friendship for your ward.”
“No; it is I who ought to do that.”
“We’ll do it together.”
For a few days Guy kept Vivian with him at the hotel. He set himself to explore London, visiting all the noted places usually sought by strangers, and this the boy thoroughly enjoyed.
Guy determined to give him some pleasure after his long thraldom at school.
On the sixth day, in walking up the Strand, he and Vivian were surprised to meet Jim Rawdon.
“Hallo, you two! I was in hopes to meet you,” he said.