He
had not proceeded far when he encountered Sir Rowland, who, having missed
his attendant, had returned to look after him. A thickly-set, sandy young man, with an
unwholesome complexion and grease-smooth hair, had entered the room. We don’t consider each other; we needn’t. The big gray spaces of London, the shop-lit, greasy, shining streets, had
become very remote; the biological laboratory with its work and emotions, the
meetings and discussions, the rides in hansoms with Ramage, were like things in
a book read and closed. Not very long, if you want to get well. It was a sickening process, and the sucking sound was
sure to wake up Ray’s mother. Miss Charvill. At this gate two paths meet. Norris informed me," returned Charcam, respectfully; "and there's a person
without, anxious for an audience, whom, with submission, I think your honour
would desire to see. "
Charcam said this, not because he knew anything about the matter; but, having
received a couple of guineas to deliver the message, he, naturally enough,
estimated its importance by the amount of the gratuity.
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