“How are you, Cormorin?” I replied.
“In a hurry, Glasswood?”
“No, not specially.”
“Come into Young’s with me and drink a bottle of wine.”
That was just what I wanted in my misery—something to enliven my spirits. I went, and found that Cormorin had a mission with me.
CHAPTER XVI.
CORMORIN AND I.
CORMORIN was not a man for whom I had ever entertained any great respect, and I wondered how he contrived to retain his position in the bank, for he was rather dissolute and dissipated in his habits. We went to a private room in the hotel, and he sent for champagne. He talked about indifferent matters for a time, but I was soon satisfied that he had something more than these to bring forward. I was not mistaken.