"I see," said Charley, feeling relieved. "You are only here whilst looking out for something better."
"That's it, in one sense. I stay here until Brown comes back. By that time I hope to—to pick myself up again."
The slight pause was caused by a consciousness that he did not feel assured upon the point. That Mr. Blase Pellet and his emissary, the Tiger, and all their unfriendly machinations combined, would by that time be in some way satisfactorily disposed of, leaving himself a free agent again, Frank devoutly hoped and most sanguinely expected. It was only when his mind dipped into details, and he began to consider how and by what means these enemies were likely to be subdued, that he felt anxious and doubtful.
"Something good may turn up for you, Frank, before the fellow—Brown, if that's his name—comes home. I suppose you'll take it if it does."
"Not I. My bargain with Brown is to remain here until he returns. And here I shall remain."
"Oh, well—of course a bargain's a bargain. How long does he expect to be away?"
"He did not know. He might stay four or six months with his people, he thought, if things went on well here."
"I say, why do you keep that street-door open?"
"I don't know," answered Frank. "From habit, I suppose. Brown used to keep it open, and I have done the same. I like it so. It gives a little liveliness to the place."
"People may take the place for a shop, and come in."