I shall strive to that end, believe me.

But let us say no more now." Sir Richard, looking deep into Mr.Caryll's eyes, was touched by something that he saw.

"My poor Justin!" he said gently.

Then, checking the sympathy as swiftly as it rose: "So be it, then," he said briskly.
"You'll come to me to-morrow after you have seen his lordship ?" "Will you not remain here ?" "You have not the room.

Besides, Sir Richard Everard--is too well known for a Jacobite to be observed sharing your lodging.