He is our evil genius. Let me see this
person instead of you. _May_ I?"
"Certainly not."
"Might I see him _first,_ love?"
"You will not see him at all."
"Charles!"
"No, Bella; I cannot have these animals talking to my wife."
"But, dear love, I am so full of forebodings. You know, Charles, I
don't often presume to meddle; but I am in torture about this man. If
you receive him, may I be with you? Then we shall be two to one."
"No, no," said Sir Charles, testily. Then, seeing her beautiful eyes
fill at the refusal and the unusual tone, he relented. "You may be in
hearing if you like. Open that door, and sit in the little room."
"Oh, thank you!"
She stepped into the room--a very small sitting-room. She had never
been in it before, and while she was examining it, and thinking how she
could improve its appearance, Mr. Wheeler was shown into the study. Sir
Charles received him standing, to intimate that the interview must be
brief. This, and the time he had been kept waiting in the hall, roused
Wheeler's bile, and he entered on his subject more bruskly than he had
intended.
"Sir Charles Bassett, you wrote a letter to Mr. Hardwicke, reflecting
on my client, Mr. Bassett--a most unjustifiable letter."
"Keep your opinion to yourself, sir.
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