"Longer than I thought. Probably the doctor will have come in, even if he has been out dining. Ah, here we are!"
The cab drew up. Julian got out and rang the bell in the rain.
"Is Doctor Levillier at home?"
"No, sir. He is out dining. But I expect him every moment. Will you come in and wait?" said the man-servant, who knew Julian well.
"Thanks; I think I will. I rather want to see him. I will just ask Mr.
Cresswell. He's with me to-night."
Julian returned to the cab, in which Valentine was sitting.
"The doctor will probably be home in a few minutes. Let us go in and wait for him."
"Yes, you go in."
"But surely—"
"No, Julian," Valentine said, and suddenly there came into his voice a weariness, "I am rather tired to-night. I think I'll go home to bed."