"I should as soon think of setting
up a mail-phaeton and pair as of pretending to benevolent feelings or
high-flown sentiments. I have my way to make in the world, Mr.
Eversleigh, and must consider my own interests as well as those of my
friends. You see, I am no hypocrite. You needn't be alarmed, dear boy.
I'll help you, and you shall help me; and it shall go hard if you are
not restored to your uncle's favour before the year is out. But you
must be patient. Our work will be slow, for we shall have to work
underground. If Sir Oswald is still in Arlington Street, I shall make
it my business to see Mr. Millard to-morrow."
* * * * *
Sir Oswald Eversleigh had not left Arlington Street, and at dusk on the
following evening Mr. Carrington presented himself at the door of the
baronet's mansion, and asked to see Mr. Millard, the valet.
Victor Carrington had never seen his friend's kinsman; he was,
therefore, secure against all chances of recognition. He had chosen the
baronet's dinner-hour as the time for his call, knowing that during
that hour the valet must be disengaged. He sent his card to Mr.
Millard, with a line written in pencil to request an interview on
urgent business.
Millard came to the hall at once to see his visitor, and ushered Mr.
Carrington into a small room that was used occasionally by the upper
servants.
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