This he promised. Whether the man would return
hither or not was left uncertain.
"If he goes to his own house," said Gammon, "I'll see him safe there
and let you know. He lives in the West End. Now don't upset
yourself; if he doesn't come back you shall know where he is, and if
you want to you shall go and see him. I promise you that. I know all
about him, and so shall you; so just keep yourself quiet. He'll have
to go to bed and stay there; anyone can see that. If you take my
advice you'll let us go out quietly and not speak to him. Just trust
to me, Mrs. Clover."
"Do you think he's right in his mind?" she asked.
"Well, he's very shaky, and ought to be kept quiet. What has he told
you?"
"Nothing at all; he sat crying for an hour last night, and talked
about the old times. When I asked questions he put me off. And when
I went into his room this morning he said nothing except that he
wanted to see you, and that he must have some brandy for his cold."
"All right; let us leave the house quietly, and I'll see you again
to-day or to-morrow.
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