He was away directly, in his heat and hurry, and was soon lost in the dusk of evening. We who were left walked on towards the house.
“Is Mr. Carstone’s presence necessary tomorrow, Sir?” said I. “Can it do any good?”
“No, miss,” Mr. Vholes replied. “I am not aware that it can.”
Both Ada and I expressed our regret that he should go, then, only to be disappointed.
“ Mr. Carstone has laid down the principle of watching his own interests,” said Mr. Vholes, “and when a client lays down his own principle, and it is not immoral, it devolves upon me to carry it out. I wish in business to be exact and open. I am a widower with three daughters—Emma, Jane, and Caroline—and my desire is so to discharge the duties of life as to leave them a good name. This appears to be a pleasant spot, miss.”
The remark being made to me in consequence of my being next him as we walked, I assented and enumerated its chief attractions.