“I'm a man of my word. What I say I'll do. Tomorrow I'll go to Belgrave Square, and see my friend, Mr. Higgins, Lady Thicknesse's butler. On my return I'll call and tell you all about it.”
“Really, Mr. Tankard, you are taking a vast deal of trouble——”
“Not in the least, my dear fellow!” replied the other. “It is a pleasure to me—a very great pleasure.”
“And if you knew him as well as I do, you'd feel that it must be, or he wouldn't do it,” observed Hartley, laughing.
In another minute the company were gone, and shortly afterwards the whole of the little household had retired to rest.
Visions of his new life floated before Walter as he laid his head on the pillow. He slept soundly enough, but on awakening next morning he rather regretted the promise he had given.
“I don't like the idea of turning flunky,” he thought; “but the livery will serve as a disguise.”