"Yes; if you go at once."
So the desperate doctor carried out his wife's instructions—without remembering the conditions which had accompanied them.
The way to the station took Lord Harry past the inn. He saw Hugh Mountjoy through the open house door paying his bill at the bar. In an instant the carriage was stopped, and the two men (never on friendly terms) were formally bowing to each other.
"I was told I should find you," Lord Harry said, "with Miss Henley, at the station."
"Who gave you your information?"
"Vimpany—the doctor."
"He ought to know that the train isn't due at the station for an hour yet."
"Has the blackguard deceived me? One word more, Mr. Mountjoy. Is Miss Henley at the inn?"
"No."
"Are you going with her to London?"