“I am summoned to my brother’s sick-bed.”
“When did you hear of his sickness, sir?” asked Gilbert, in a sympathizing tone.
“A week since; but last evening I learned by a telegram that he is dangerously sick.”
By this time they were on their way to the ferry.
“You may take my valise, Gilbert,” said the broker, “if you are willing.”
“Certainly, sir,” said Gilbert, politely. “I hope you will find your brother better.”
“I certainly hope so. He would be a great loss to his family. By the way, how are you getting on with Mr. Moore?”
“I hardly know, sir,” said Gilbert. “I don’t think he likes me.”
“Have you done anything to offend him?”
“Not that I am aware of. I have always treated him with respect.”