"We must go back at once!" he exclaimed. "To Lowndes Mansions at
once Greenacre, tell him to drive straight to Sloane Street. You
don't know what depends upon it. We must lose not a moment."
The cabman consented, and the return journey began at a good speed.
When Gammon, out of regard for the invalid's condition, insisted on
having the window of the hansom dropped, Lord Polperro grumbled and
lamented. The cool air did him good; he was beginning to breathe
more easily than he had done for a long time.
"You are too imperious with me, Greenacre. I have noticed it in you
before. You take too much upon yourself."
"I suppose it's no use telling you once more," said his companion,
"that my name isn't Greenacre."
"Dear me! dear me! I beg your pardon a thousand times. I meant to
say Gammon. I can't tell you, Gammon, how much I feel your kindness.
But for you I should never have managed all this in my state of
health. You don't mind coming home with me?"
"Of course not. What are you going to do when you get there?"
"I told you, my dear Gammon, it shall be done this very night,
whether I have news or not.
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