"
Valentine did not reply at once, and Julian said:
"I will tell the cabman."
"Very well."
Julian gave the order.
"I wonder if he will be in," Julian said presently. "What is the time?"
He took out his watch and held it up sideways until the light of a
gas-lamp flashed on it for a moment.
"Just eleven. So late? I am surprised."
"We were a good while at the 'European.'"
"Longer than I thought. Probably the doctor will have come in, even if
he has been out dining. Ah, here we are!"
The cab drew up. Julian got out and rang the bell in the rain.
"Is Doctor Levillier at home?"
"No, sir. He is out dining. But I expect him every moment. Will you come
in and wait?" said the man-servant, who knew Julian well.
"Thanks; I think I will. I rather want to see him. I will just ask Mr.
Cresswell. He's with me to-night."
Julian returned to the cab, in which Valentine was sitting.
"The doctor will probably be home in a few minutes. Let us go in and wait
for him."
"Yes, you go in."
"But surely--"
"No, Julian," Valentine said, and suddenly there came into his voice a
weariness, "I am rather tired to-night. I think I'll go home to bed."
"Oh," Julian said. He was obviously disappointed.
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