Frank remained silent. His doubts were very strong indeed; but he never liked to inflict thorns where he could not scatter flowers, and he would not damp Charley's evident ardour. Time might do that quickly enough. Charley was looking about him. He had been looking about him ever since he entered, somewhat after the fastidious manner that he had looked at the streets, but more furtively. Appearances were surprising him. The small shop (it seemed no better) with the door standing open to the narrow street; the counters on either side; the glass jars above; the scales lying to hand, and sundry packets of pills and powders beside them: to him, it all savoured of a small retail chemist's business. Charley thought he must be in a sort of dream. He could not understand how or why Frank had condescended to so inferior a position as this. "Do you _like_ this place, Frank?" "Uncommonly," answered Frank: and his honest blue eyes, glancing brightly into Charley's, confirmed the words. "It is a relief to be in harness again; and to have a home to bring Daisy to." "Will Daisy like it?" questioned Charles. And the hesitation in his tone, which he could not suppress, plainly betrayed his opinion--that she would not like it. Frank's countenance fell. It was the one bitter drop in the otherwise sufficiently palatable cup. "I _wish_ I could have done better for her. It is only for a time, you know, Charley." "I see," said Charley, feeling relieved. "You are only here whilst looking out for something better." "That's it, in one sense. I stay here until Brown comes back. By that time I hope to--to pick myself up again." The slight pause was caused by a consciousness that he did not feel assured upon the point. That Mr. Blase Pellet and his emissary, the Tiger, and all their unfriendly machinations combined, would by that time be in some way satisfactorily disposed of, leaving himself a free agent again, Frank devoutly hoped and most sanguinely expected. It was only when his mind dipped into details, and he began to consider how and by what means these enemies were likely to be subdued, that he felt anxious and doubtful. "Something good may turn up for you, Frank, before the fellow--Brown, if that's his name--comes home. I suppose you'll take it if it does." "Not I. My bargain with Brown is to remain here until he returns. And here I shall remain." "Oh, well--of course a bargain's a bargain. How long does he expect to be away?" "He did not know. He might stay four or six months with his people, he thought, if things went on well here." "I say, why do you keep that street-door open?" "I don't know," answered Frank. "From habit, I suppose. Brown used to keep it open, and I have done the same. I like it so. It gives a little liveliness to the place." "People may take the place for a shop, and come in." "Some have done so," laughed Frank. "It was a chemist's shop before Brown took to it. I tell them it is only a surgery now."