“Parted with me?”
“Yes, sir; he expressed himself, I thought, rather emphatically; but he appeared to be in a very great hurry, and took that singular companion of his, Mr. Maybee, with him.”
“Maybee!” echoed Wilton, in a tone of alarm.
He looked hastily over the papers still on the table, but all the documents which Maybee had produced needful to support Wilton’s claim to the large estates in Chancery were yet there. What, then, could Gomer mean by withdrawing him?
“My solicitor is still here,” he exclaimed, addressing Mark.
“I left him in conversation with my sister, sir,” replied Mark.
“He will dine with us—in fact he does not return to London until the morning,” said his father. “Mr. Vane will also be our guest for a—for a—for the present. You will conduct him to your sister and Mr. Charlock, my excellent man of business—quite a gentleman, I assure you, Mr. Vane.”
The “Honorable” bowed.
“A wealthy man, and of high standing in his profession,” added Mr. Wilton.
Vane bowed again.