"Bring him up, Pompey," he said, aloud.
CHAPTER XXVIII.
THE GUEST OF HIS ENEMY.
While Pompey was gone to seek Gilbert and invite him to the library, James Grey gave the time to rapid reflection. He saw that our hero was a determined and dangerous opponent. He had not credited him with such courage and perseverance. He thought that, being a mere boy, he would be easily intimidated—that opposition and difficulty would daunt him. But he had hardly reached home, and his nephew was already on his track.
"How could he have found out my residence?" thought he. "Maurice Walton wouldn't tell him. He must be sharper than I supposed."
When intimidation and force fail, a good general has recourse to strategy. James Grey was a man of expedients, and he rapidly decided upon a change of base. When, therefore, Gilbert entered the library, expecting an angry reception, he was astonished by seeing his uncle rise from his chair and advance to meet him with hand outstretched.
"Good-morning," he said, smiling. "How did you find your way here?"
"I accidentally learned where you lived, Mr. Grey."
"Precisely so. I was quite sure I had not mentioned my address to you."
"No, sir, you did not."