"Yes, sir, I am sorry to say. If I could only see the last of him I'd give thanks on my bended knees morning, noon, and night."
"Why don't you get rid of him, then?"
"I can't, sir."
I accepted this as part of the mystery, and did not press her on the point, but I asked why she would feel so grateful if he were gone from the house.
"Because," she replied, "it's all through him that Lemon is as he is."
"Am I to see this man before I leave?"
"It ain't for me to say, sir."
"Is he in the house now?"
"No, sir."
I inwardly resolved if he came into the house before I left it, that I would see the man of whom Mrs. Lemon so evidently stood in dread.