Brighton, at this time of year? But I believe
there's a fashionable "season" about now, isn't there? I suppose
that would account for it.'
He spoke in a slighting tone, but showed increasing agitation.
'Of course you will go?'
'I must. Though I'm in no condition for making a journey.'
His friend examined him anxiously.
'Are you feverish at all this evening?'
Reardon held out a hand that the other might feel his pulse. The
beat was rapid to begin with, and had been heightened since the
arrival of the telegram.
'But go I must. The poor little fellow has no great place in my
heart, but, when Amy sends for me, I must go. Perhaps things are
at the worst.'
'When is there a train? Have you a time table?'
Biffen was despatched to the nearest shop to purchase one, and in
the meanwhile Reardon packed a few necessaries in a small
travelling-bag, ancient and worn, but the object of his affection
because it had accompanied him on his wanderings in the South.
When Harold returned, his appearance excited Reardon's
astonishment--he was white from head to foot.
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