“Well, Judge,” said Austen, patting his father's shoulder again, “I'm glad to see you so comfortably fixed. Good-by, and give my regards to the governor. I'm sorry to have missed him,” he added, glancing at the portieres that hid the folding doors.
“Are you stopping here?” asked the Honourable Hilary.
“No, I met Mr. Redbrook of Mercer, and he took me up to his lodgings. If I can do anything for you, a message will reach me there.”
“Humph,” said the Honourable Hilary, while the others exchanged significant glances.
Austen had not gone half the length of the hall when he was overtaken by Mr. Tooting.
“Say, Aust, what's up between you and Redbrook?” he asked.
“Nothing. Why?” Austen asked, stopping abruptly.
“Well, I suppose you know there's an anti-railroad feeling growing in that House, and that Redbrook has more influence with the farmers than any other man.”
“I didn't know anything about Mr. Redbrook's influence,” said Austen.
Mr. Tooting looked unconvinced.