"Where is that?"
"At the village hotel."
"That is a poor place. You must stay here, and I will send for it."
"I don't know what to say," said Gilbert, not yet recovered from his astonishment.
"Then I will say for you that you accept without hesitation."
"Thank you, sir."
Mr. Grey rang the bell, and Pompey appeared.
"What's wanted, massa?"
"Send Dick to the hotel for this young gentleman's carpet-bag."
"Yes, sar. What name, sar?"