“Still rising?”
“Rising as if things would never fall. And upon my word I don’t know why, with the marvellous progress everything is making—but I’ll tell you all that later. It’s a full market. Is Acherley at the bank?”
“Yes, and Sir Charles. They came a little before time.”
“Clement is with them, I suppose?”
“Well, no, sir.”
“Don’t say he’s away to-day!” in a tone of vexation.
“I’m afraid he is,” Arthur admitted. “But they are all right. I offered Sir Charles the paper, but they preferred to wait outside.”
“D——n!” muttered the other, nodding right and left. “Too bad of the boy! Too bad! No,” to the person who had lain in wait for Bourdillon and now put himself in their way, “I can’t stop now, Mr. Broadway.”
“But, Mr. Ovington! Just a——”
“Not now!” Ovington answered curtly. “Call to-morrow.” And when they had left the man behind, “What does he want?”