“Leave the room all of you,” said the Mayor, with a sudden return of his usual calm vigour.
“You go,—you, sirs; what the deuce do you do here?” growled Williams to the meaner throng. “Out! I stay, never fear, men, I’ll take care of him!”
The bystanders surlily slunk off: but none returned to their work; they stood within reach of call by the shut door. Williams tucked up his coat-sleeves, clenched his fists, hung his head doggedly on one side, and looked altogether so pugnacious and minatory that Sir Isaac, who, though in a state of great excitement, had hitherto retained self-control, peered at him under his curls, stiffened his back, showed his teeth, and growled formidably.
“My good Williams, leave us,” said the Mayor; “I would be alone with this person.”
“Alone,—you! out of the question. Now you have been once taken in, and you own it,—it is my duty to protect you henceforth; and I will to the end of my days.”
The Mayor sighed heavily. “Well, Williams, well!—take a chair, and be quiet. Now, Mr. Chapman, so to call you still; you have deceived me.”
“I? how?”
The Mayor was puzzled. “Deceived me,” he said at last, “in my knowledge of human nature. I thought you an honest man, sir. And you are—but no matter.”
WAIFE (impatiently).—“My child! my child! you have given her up to—to—”
MAYOR.—“Her own father, sir.”