"I will take the bed near the door, if you don't object," said Lane.
"It is immaterial to me."
"Very well. By the way, didn't you say you had some Bank of England notes to exchange for American money?"
"Yes."
"While you are making your toilet, I might slip down to a broker's in Wall Street, and make the exchange. What do you say?"
Scott had his share of caution, and he remembered that his knowledge of Mr. Lane was very limited. Indeed, on reflection, it occurred to him that his sole knowledge of his acquaintance was derived from that gentleman himself.
"I think," he said, "that I will wait till to-morrow. I have a little silver with me that will do me till then."
"Oh, very well!" said Lane, in an indifferent tone, though his face expressed some disappointment. "I only thought that I might save you some trouble."
"Thank you, but I don't mind the trouble. I shall be interested to see Wall Street myself."