CHLOE WAITS FOR HER TROUSERS.
"Kindly tell Mr. Van Adam that I have come to take him to St Paul's Cathedral to see the mosaics," cried Mr. Ingerstall, at three o'clock on the following afternoon, to the smiling Francis.
"Mr. Van Adam is ill in bed, sir."
"Ill in bed!" shrieked Mr. Ingerstall. "What with?"
"I couldn't say, sir."
And the smile of Francis widened till it nearly touched the ears on either side of his head. Mr. Ingerstall looked very angry indeed. When he had arranged to show a man an atrocity at a certain fixed hour, he considered that man ought to be well enough to see it.
"I don't understand this at all," he snapped. "When did Mr. Van Adam go to bed?"
"Yesterday afternoon, sir. Very soon after you left, sir."
"He looked quite well."