“I know I may. But look at the awful cost, Verrall.”
“Pooh, pooh! What has put you in this mood to-night?”
“I don’t know,” said George, wiping the damp from his brow. “Not hearing from town, I think. Verrall!”
“What?”
“Suppose, when I do hear, it should not be favourable? I feel in a fever when I think of it.”
“You took too much of that heating port this evening,” said Mr. Verrall.
“I dare say I did,” returned George. “A man at ease may let the wine pass him: but one worried to death is glad of it to drown care.”
“Worried to death!” repeated Mr. Verrall in a reproving tone.
“Next door to it. Look there! They have tracked us and are coming in search.”
Two or three dark forms were discerned in the distance, nearer the Folly. Mr. Verrall passed his arm within George Godolphin’s and led him towards the house.