CHAPTER XXVI.
A Stranger in Cambridge 'I am sorry you will not come out to us to-morrow.' On the day before the christening, which was at last fixed for a certain Tuesday in the middle of February, John Caldigate went into Cambridge, and at once called upon the attorney at his office.

This he did partly instigated by his own feelings, and partly in compliance with his wife's wishes.
Before that letter had come he and his brother-in-law had been fast friends; and now, though for a day or two he had been angry with what he had thought to be unjustifiable interference, he regretted the loss of such a friend.

More than three months had now passed since the letter had come, but his mind was far from being at ease, and he felt that if trouble should come it would be very well for him to have Robert Bolton on his side.
'Margaret is going,' said the attorney.
'Why do you not bring her ?' 'Days are days with me, my boy.

I can't afford to give up a morning for every baby that is born.' 'That of course may be true, and if that is the reason, I have nothing more to say.' As he spoke he looked in his brother-in-law's face, so as almost to prevent the possibility of continued pretence.
'Well, Caldigate, it isn't the reason altogether,' said the other.

'If you would have allowed it to pass without further explanation so would I.But if the truth must be spoken in so many words, I will confess that I would rather not go out to Folking till I am sure we shall be no more troubled by your friends in Australia.' 'Why not?
Why should you not go out to Folking ?' 'Simply because I may have to take an active part against you.