Bozzle shook his head again. "I'd rayther not, Mr. Trewillian," said he. "Indeed I'd rayther not. It's something very particular."
"If you take my advice," said Stanbury, "you will not hear him yourself."
"That's your advice, Mr. S.?" asked Mr. Bozzle.
"Yes;—that's my advice. I'd never have anything to do with such a fellow as you as long as I could help it."
"I dare say not, Mr. S.; I dare say not. We're hexpensive, and we're haccurate;—neither of which is much in your line, Mr. S., if I understand about it rightly."
"Mr. Bozzle, if you've got anything to tell, tell it," said Trevelyan angrily.
"A third party is so objectionable," pleaded Bozzle.
"Never mind. That is my affair."
"It is your affair, Mr. Trewillian. There's not a doubt of that. The lady is your wife."
"Damnation!" shouted Trevelyan.