Leslie resumed—“Perhaps you are on your way to Mr. Egerton's. If so, you will not find him at home; he is at his office.”
“Thank you. Then to his office I must redirect my steps.”
“I am going to him myself,” said Randal, hesitatingly.
L'Estrange had no prepossessions in favor of Leslie, from the little he had seen of that young gentleman; but Randal's remark was an appeal to his habitual urbanity, and he replied with well-bred readiness, “Let us be companions so far.”
Randal accepted the arm proffered to him; and Lord L'Estrange, as is usual with one long absent from his native land, bore part as a questioner in the dialogue that ensued.
“Egerton is always the same man, I suppose—too busy for illness, and too firm for sorrow?”
“If he ever feel either he will never stoop to [pg 526] complain. But indeed, my dear Lord, I should like much to know what you think of his health.”
“How? You alarm me!”
“Nay, I did not mean to do that; and, pray, do not let him know that I went so far. But I have fancied that he looks a little worn and suffering.”
“Poor Audley!” said L'Estrange, in a tone of deep affection. “I will sound him, and, be assured, without naming you; for I know well how little he likes to be supposed capable of human infirmity. I am obliged to you for your hint—obliged to you for your interest in one so dear to me.”