"Doubtless," said Mr. Tidd, "but I want it in my hands to return it myself to-day."
"I sent it with the other papers to Mr. Pettigrew's private house," said Brownlow, "and he has not yet returned it."
"Oh! But I want it to-day."
"It's very unfortunate," said Brownlow, "but he's away—and I'm afraid he must have taken the papers with him for consideration."
"Good heavens!" said Tidd. "But if that is so what am I to do?"
"You can't wait?"
"How can I wait?"
"Dear me, dear me," said Brownlow, almost driven to distraction, "this is very unfortunate."
Tidd seemed to concur.