Chapter Twenty One.
“Vale, Me Ama!”
The rest of our story is soon told.
Grenville and his companions, after numberless hardships, owing to the unprecedentedly heavy rains, at last reached Natal, where our friend had the satisfaction of acting as best man at his cousin’s wedding.
A full notice of this interesting event was published in the Local Press by some enterprising reporter. On the following day, a few hours after the issue of the sheet in question, Grenville, who was sitting listlessly smoking in the hotel, was surprised by the advent of a smart, dapper-looking little man, who asked him if he was the “gentleman known as Mr Alfred Leigh.”
“No,” replied Grenville; “do you really want my cousin?—for he’s a newly-married man, you know.”
“Yes, sir, I do want him,” said the little man, bowing deferentially, “and he will wish to see me. Can you introduce me?”
“Certainly,” said Grenville, rising lazily. “Whom shall I announce?”
“My name is Driffield, of the firm of Masterton and Driffield, solicitors,” was the reply.