“Yes, I will go,” I answered.
“Good,” said Mr. Wharton, but with no more enthusiasm than he had previously shown; “I thought I had not misjudged you. Is your law business so onerous that you could not go to-morrow?”
I laughed.
“I think I could settle what affairs I have by noon, Mr. Wharton,” I replied.
“Egad, Mr. Ritchie, I like your manner,” said he; “and now for a few details, and you may go to bed.”
He sat with me half an hour longer, carefully reviewing his instructions, and then he left me to a night of contemplation.