“I am not sure of it. He left it an open question.”
George looked uncommonly perplexed. “I must see him, and I must be back at Prior’s Ash during business hours to-day. I must catch the eleven down-train if possible.”
“Can I do for you as well as Mr. Verrall?” asked Mr. Brompton, after a pause.
“No, you can’t. Verrall I must see. It is very strange that you don’t know whether he is to be here or not.”
“It happens to-day that I do not know. Mr. Verrall left it last night, I say, an open question.”
“It is the loss of time that I am thinking of,” returned George. “You see if I go down now to his residence, he may have left it to come up here; and we should just miss each other.”
“Very true,” asserted Brompton.
George stood for a moment in thought, and then turned on his heel, and departed. “Do you know whether Mr. Verrall will be up this morning?” he asked of the clerk, as he passed through the outer room.
The clerk shook his head. “I am unable to say, sir.”
George went down to the cab, and entered it. “Where to, sir?” asked the driver, as he closed the door.