Guy Hammersley; or, Clearing his Name — page 192: what you’re looking at

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GUY HAMMERSLEY. | 183 At this instant Amy exclaimed : ‘‘Look, mother, up at that window yonder. There’s an old gentleman making signs to us.” But now he had raised the window and was call- ing down: ‘‘ Did youcome to see Mr. Warburton ?” ‘‘No, not exactly,” replied Guy, coming out from the portico to stand under the second story window, out of which the old gentleman was leaning. ‘‘These ladies have come with me from Messrs. Kenworthy & Clarke’s, to see the house with a view to purchas- ing.” ‘‘Oh, so sorry,” returned the old gentleman. ‘¢ The servants are all out.” (‘‘ Why doesn’t he come down and open the door himself?” whispered Amy to her mother.) ‘‘But won't they be back soon?” asked Guy, feel- ing not a little chagrined to think that he had piloted the ladies all this distance on a wild-goose chase. “That is uncertain; I cannot say positively,” re- sponded the old gentleman, who, as much as they could see of him, had a distinguished, even a military bearing. ‘‘ But perhaps you can get in, afterall. Is there not a rubber mat in front of the door?” ‘‘Ves,” answered Guy, beginning to be consider- ably mystified. ‘‘Well, lift the—let me see—the northeast corner of it,” went on the old gentleman, ‘‘ and I think you will find the key there. I believe that is where Max leaves it. And when you have opened the door, if you will be kind enough to replace it, I shall be much obliged.” Gomicboo CS (E(@) m