"I should say certainly not, Sir Charles," replied Banks in a tone
which intimated that if his master did know the stranger, he ought to
be ashamed of himself.
"Did he give no name?"
"I ast him for his name, Sir Charles, and he only says, 'Tell your
master,' he says, 'that a gentleman,' he says, 'wants to see him.'"
"Oh, tell him that he must call some other time and send in his
business. I can't see him now; I'm just going out for a drive with
Lady Mitford. Tell him to call again."
"There was a time, and not very long ago either," said Sir Charles,
taking up the paper as Banks retired, "that if I'd been told that a
man who wouldn't give his name wanted to speak to me, I should have
slipped out the back-way and run for my life. But, thank God, that's
all over now.--Well, Banks, what now?"
"The party is very arbitrary, Sir Charles; he won't take 'no' for an
answer; and when I told him you must know his business, he bust out
larfin' and told me to say he was an old messmate of yours, and had
sailed with you on board the Albatross."
A red spot burned on Sir Charles Mitford's cheek as he laid the
newspaper aside and said, "Show this person into the library, and deny
me to every one while he remains. Let your mistress be told I am
prevented by business from driving with her to-day. Look sharp!"
Mr. Banks was not accustomed to be told to "look sharp!" and during
his three-months' experience of his master he had never heard him
speak in so petulant a tone. "I'd no idea he'd been a seafarin' gent,"
he said downstairs, "or I'd a never undertook the place. The tempers
of those ship-captains is awful."
When Banks had left the room Sir Charles walked to the sideboard, and
leant heavily against it while he poured out and drank a liqueur-glass
of brandy.
"The Albatross!" he muttered with white lips; "which of them can it
be? I thought I had heard the last of that cursed name. Banks said a
man; it's not the worst of them, then. That's lucky."
He went into the library and seated himself in an armchair facing the
door. He had scarcely done so when Banks gloomily ushered in the
stranger.
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