"No, sir, not if you wish me not to do so."
By this time the trunk was packed, and Walter, locking it, rose from his knees.
"If it won't be too much trouble, Mr. Drummond," he said, "I will send for my trunk to-morrow."
"Certainly. Why won't you wait till to-morrow yourself?"
"As I am ready, I may as well take the afternoon train."
"Very well; just as you think best."
"I will go down and bid good-by to Mrs. Drummond."
Mrs. Drummond had just come from the kitchen. She looked with surprise at Walter and her husband, whose presence in the house at that hour was unusual.
"What is the matter?" she asked.