As they issued forth, they shut the door after them,
“I believe I have the honour of addressing Sir Bridgnorth Charlton,” said Tankard, bowing.
“Yes, I am Sir Bridgnorth,” replied the other; “and I feel persuaded you will assist me to restore this rather wrong-headed young gentleman to his friends.”
“Then I am right in my notion that he is Mr. Chetwynd Calverley?” remarked Tankard.
“It is useless to conceal his name, though he seems to desire it,” rejoined Sir Bridgnorth.
“Yes, I am Chetwynd Calverley,” said the young man. “I care not who knows it. I have been a great fool, and I suppose I shall continue one to the end.”
“No, don't!” cried Hartley, advancing towards him, and regarding him very earnestly. “Don't commit any more folly. Perhaps I have a right to advise you.”
“You have, Hartley. I fully recognise it,” replied Chetwynd, taking his hand “You saved my life. Whatever you advise me to do, I will do!”
“Then, go back to your friends,” said Hartley. “That's my advice.”
“And mine,” said Tankard.