"I am so very sorry! I had no idea you would be going so soon: I ought to have been with you before this," began Mr. North in a flutter.
But the baronet laid his hands upon him kindly, and calmed the storm. "My good friend, you have done everything that is right and hospitable. I would have stayed a few hours longer with you, but James has to be in London this afternoon to keep an engagement."
"It is an engagement that I cannot well put off," interposed James Bohun in his small voice that always sounded too weak for a man. "I would not have made it, had I known what was to intervene."
"He has to preside at a public missionary meeting," explained Sir Nash. "It seems to me that he has something or other of the kind on hand every day in the year. I tell him that he is wearing himself out."
"Not every day in the year," spoke the son, taking the words literally. "This is the month for such meetings, you know, Sir Nash."
"You do not look strong," observed Mr. North, studying James Bohun.
"Not in appearance perhaps, but I'm wiry, Mr. North: and we wiry fellows last the longest. What sweet flowers," added Mr. Bohun, stepping to the window. "I could not dress myself this morning for looking at them. I longed to open the window."
"And why did you not?" sensibly asked Mr. North.
"I can't do with the early morning air, sir. I don't accustom myself to it.
"A bit of a valetudinarian," remarked Sir Nash.