"May not I come
in? I want a friendly word with you."
"Forgive me, Lefevre," said the voice, "that I do not let you in. I am
very busy at present."
"You are alone," said Lefevre, "are you not?"
"Alone," said Julius; "yes, all alone!" There was a melting note of
sadness in the words which went to the doctor's heart.
"My dear Julius," said he, "I think I know what's troubling you. Don't
you think a talk with me might help you?"
"You are very good, Lefevre." (That was an unusual form of speech to
come from Julius.) "I shall come to your house in a few minutes, if you
will allow me."
"Do," answered Lefevre, for the moment completely satisfied. "Do!" And
he turned away.
But when Jenkins had closed the outer door upon him, doubts arose. Ought
he not to have insisted on seeing whether Julius was in truth alone in
the study? And why could they not have had their talk there as well as
in Savile Row? These doubts, however, he thrust down with the promise to
himself that, if Julius did not come to him within half an hour, he
would return to him.
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