Dunbar!"
The banker turned sharply round, and recognized Arthur Lovell.
"Ah! my dear Lovell, is that you? You quite startled me."
"Are you going by the next train? I was so anxious to see you."
"Why so?"
"Because there's some one here who very much wishes to see you; quite an
old friend of yours, he says. Who do you think it is?"
"I don't know, I can't guess--I've so many old friends. I can't see any
one, Lovell. I'm very ill, I saw a physician while I was in London; and
he told me that my heart is diseased, and that if I wish to live I must
avoid any agitation, any sudden emotion, as I would avoid a deadly
poison. Who is it that wants to see me?"
"Lord Herriston, the great Anglo-Indian statesman. He is a friend of my
father's, and he has been very kind to me--indeed, he offered me an
appointment, which I found it wisest to decline. He talked a great deal
about you, when my father told him that you'd settled at Maudesley, and
would have driven over to see you if he could have managed to spare the
time, without losing his train. You'll see him, wont you?"
"Where is he?"
"Here, in the station--in the waiting-room. He has been visiting in
Warwickshire, and he lunched with my father _en passant_; he is going to
Derby, and he's waiting for the down-train to take him on to the main
line.
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