"Is he aware of the object of your present journey?"
"Yes, sir. He was in favor of my undertaking it."
"For which I don't in the least thank him," said James Grey to himself.
There was a little more desultory conversation, which was interrupted by the entrance of Pompey with our hero's carpet-bag, which his fellow-servant had brought from the village hotel, if it deserved the name.
"Pompey, you may conduct this young gentleman to his room. He may wish to wash before dinner. Dinner is at one, Mr. Grey."
"Thank you, sir."
"Put him in the blue room, Pompey."
"Yes, sar."
Gilbert followed him up stairs, and into a room finished and furnished throughout in blue. It was comfortable, and even elegant, and our hero saw that he was likely to be well cared for.
"Was you a 'lation, sar?" asked Pompey, who possessed an inquiring mind, as he put down the bag.