Chapter 15 THE OLD LEAVEN

Withering arrived at his own door just as Barrington drove up to it. "I knew my letter would bring you up to town, Barrington," said he; "and I was so sure of it that I ordered a saddle of mutton for your dinner, and refused an invitation to the Chancellor's."

"And quite right too. Iam far better company, Tom. Are we to be all alone?"

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