When Waymark rose at length, he expressed his gratitude for the assistance promised.
"Well, well," said the other, "wait till we see how things work.

I shouldn't wonder if you throw it up after a week or two.

However, be here on Tuesday at ten.

And prompt, mind: I don't wait for any man." Waymark was punctual enough on the following Tuesday, and the two drove in a hansom eastward.

It was rather a foggy morning, and things looked their worst.