'That's all right,' said John, after contemplating his visitor's
proceedings with infinite satisfaction. 'Now, about our plans. You are
going to stay with me, of course. Where's your box?'
'It's at the Inn,' said Tom. 'I didn't intend--'
'Never mind what you didn't intend,' John Westlock interposed. 'What you
DID intend is more to the purpose. You intended, in coming here, to ask
my advice, did you not, Tom?'
'Certainly.'
'And to take it when I gave it to you?'
'Yes,' rejoined Tom, smiling, 'if it were good advice, which, being
yours, I have no doubt it will be.'
'Very well. Then don't be an obstinate old humbug in the outset, Tom, or
I shall shut up shop and dispense none of that invaluable commodity. You
are on a visit to me. I wish I had an organ for you, Tom!'
'So do the gentlemen downstairs, and the gentlemen overhead I have no
doubt,' was Tom's reply.
'Let me see. In the first place, you will wish to see your sister this
morning,' pursued his friend, 'and of course you will like to go there
alone. I'll walk part of the way with you; and see about a little
business of my own, and meet you here again in the afternoon.
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