But, as a matter of fact, I didn't. I wanted to see the thing
out; also to put in a word for young Somers, if I got the chance. So
we all departed from that room, followed by a titter of amusement from
those of the company who had overheard the conversation. In the street
stood a splendid carriage and pair; a powdered footman opened its
door. With a ferocious bow Sir Alexander motioned to me to enter,
which I did, taking one of the back seats as it gave more room for my
tin case. Then came Mr. Stephen, then Woodden bundled in holding the
precious plant in front of him like a wand of office, and last of all,
Sir Alexander, having seen us safe, entered also.
"Where to, sir?" asked the footman.
"Office," he snapped, and we started.
Four disappointed relatives in a funeral coach could not have been
more silent. Our feelings seemed to be too deep for words. Sir
Alexander, however, did make one remark and to me. It was:
"If you will remove the corner of that infernal tin box of yours from
my ribs I shall be obliged to you, sir.
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