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some fifteen minutes later, and Mr. Wade Hereford, with his cigar smoked down now to a short cold stub, was still leaning upon the window-sill, searching the street in the expectation that his ward would soon appear, when his man—usually the most austere and imperturbable of English manservants,—approached him timidly.

"I beg pardon, sir," the man said uneasily, "but will you be requiring me this evening?"

Hereford looked at the servant with understanding. The man was shifting his weight disturbedly from one foot to the