He might not be in time to see Mr. Dalton alive, but he would not delay; he would do his best to grant his request, let the result be what it might.
He disliked very much leaving Tom just at this time. He knew that he depended upon him for encouragement, and would doubtless be very much depressed, if not discouraged, if he went away for any length of time.
But it could not be helped, and the test might be beneficial. It would at all events teach him self-reliance, and perhaps prove the man’s sincerity better than in any other way.
He went at once to him, and said:
“Tom, I am very unexpectedly called away. I am sorry that it happened just at this time, but it cannot be helped. Can you manage with only the servants for company until your mother arrives?”
“Yes, sir; but will you be gone long?”
“I do not know how long; I cannot fix any definite time for my return, as it depends upon others rather than on myself. You will be quite lonely, and I am sorry on your account.”
“Never mind me, sir; but—I hope it’s no trouble on my account,” and he glanced anxiously at the telegram, which Earle still had in his hand.
“No—oh, no. I may tell you, I suppose—it is more trouble for Miss Dalton; her father is dying, and they have sent for me,” Earle explained.
“To the United States, sir!” Tom exclaimed, in dismay, and feeling as if some strong support was slipping from under him.