"Oh--ah--yes; it's from the squire--there's nobody ill: wait a minute, Janet, and I'll write a line.

Mary, lend me your desk." The squire, anxious as usual for money, had written to ask what success the doctor had had in negotiating the new loan with Sir Roger.

The fact, however, was, that in his visit at Boxall Hill, the doctor had been altogether unable to bring on the carpet the matter of this loan.

Subjects had crowded themselves in too quickly during that interview--those two interviews at Sir Roger's bedside; and he had been obliged to leave without even alluding to the question.
"I must at any rate go back now," said he to himself.

So he wrote to the squire, saying that he was to be at Boxall Hill again on the following day, and that he would call at the house on his return.
"That's settled, at any rate," said he.
"What's settled ?" said Mary.
"Why, I must go to Boxall Hill again to-morrow.