"Lord Averil?" cried George, in a hasty tone. "Waiting now?" "He is in the parlour, sir. He asked if he could have his bonds given up to him. I said I thought he could, and he replied that he would wait." "Then you had no business to say anything of the sort," burst forth George, in so vehement a tone as to astonish the sober cashier. "It may not be convenient to lay one's hands upon the bonds at a minute's notice, Hurde," he more quietly added, as if he would soothe down or atone for his anger. "They are in Lord Averil's box in the strong-room, sir," said the old clerk, supposing his master must have temporarily forgotten where the said bonds were placed. "Mr. Godolphin was speaking to me about those bonds the other day." "What about them?" inquired George, striving to put the question easily. "It was nothing particular, sir. He was only mentioning their increased value: how they had gone up in the market." George said no more. He turned from the office and halted before the door of the parlour. Halted to collect his brains. One hand was on the handle of the door, the other on his brow. Lord Averil rose, and shook hands cordially. "I have come to bother you again about my bonds, Mr. George. I don't care to keep that stock, and the present is a most favourable opportunity to sell." "They'll go higher yet," observed George. "Will they? They tell me differently in London. The opinion there is, that they will begin to fall." "All rubbish," said George. "A _canard_ got up on the Stock Exchange." "Well, I have made up my mind to sell," observed Lord Averil. "I wrote to you from London to send me the shares up; but you did not seem to be in a hurry to do it. So I have come down for them." George laughed. "Come down for nothing but the shares? But you will make some stay here?" "No. I go up again to-morrow. I am not sure whether I shall return here for the summer or not. Some friends of mine are going over to Canada for three or four months. Perhaps I may accompany them." George devoutly wished his lordship could be off, there and then; and that the sojourn might last years instead of months. "I wish _I_ had the time to go there!" cried he, aloud: "I'd start to-morrow." "Will it be troubling you to give me the bonds, Mr. George?" George sat a few moments, his head bent as if in thought. "The bonds?" he slowly said. "Your bonds? They were sent--yes, certainly, your bonds were sent to our agents in London." "My bonds sent to your agents in London!" repeated Lord Averil, in surprise. "What for?" George coughed. "Some of our deposited deeds are kept there. Let me see?" he continued, again plunging into thought. "Yes--yours were amongst those that went up, I remember." "But why not have told me this before?" asked Lord Averil. "Had you written me word, it would have saved me the journey down." "To be sure," acquiesced George. "To tell you the truth, I never thought much about it, or where they were, until now."