“I will stay here a week, admiral, with pleasure, if you wish it.”
“I don’t wish it. I want you to pack up your traps and be off to-morrow.”
George looked at his uncle in silent astonishment.
“You found some letters waiting for you when you got here,” proceeded the admiral. “Was one of those letters from my old friend, Sir Franklin Brock?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Was it an invitation to you to go and stay at the Grange?”
“Yes, sir.”
“To go at once?”
“At once, if I could manage it.”
“Very good. I want you to manage it; I want you to start for the Grange to-morrow.”