The door was answered with all due alacrity, and a sufficiently instructive interchange of question and answer on the threshold rewarded the dexterity of Captain Wragge.
“Does Mr. Huxtable live here?” asked the traveler.
“Yes, sir,” was the answer, in a woman’s voice.
“Is he at home?”
“Not at home now, sir; but he will be in again at eight to-night.”
“I think a young lady called here early in the day, did she not?”
“Yes; a young lady came this afternoon.”
“Exactly; I come on the same business. Did she see Mr. Huxtable?”
“No, sir; he has been away all day. The young lady told me she would come back at eight o’clock.”
“Just so. I will call and see Mr. Huxtable at the same time.”