"A very long letter," said the Squire of Buston.
"I dare say; I did not see it, and have in fact very little to say as to its contents. I do not know, indeed, what they were."
"The letter refers to my nephew, Mr. Henry Annesley."
"I suppose so. What I have to say refers to Mr. Henry Annesley also."
"You are kind,—very kind."
"I don't know about that; but I have come altogether at my father's instance, and I think, indeed, that, in fairness, I ought to tell you the truth as to what took place between me and your nephew."
"You are very good; but your father has already given me his account,—and I suppose yours."
"I don't know what my father may have done, but I think that you ought to desire to hear from my lips an account of the transaction. An untrue account has been told to you."
"I have heard it all from your own brother."
"An untrue account has been told to you. I attacked your nephew."