“I heard a good deal of it,” said Sewell, coolly. “She screams, particularly when she means to be confidential; and all that about my wife must have reached the gardener in the shrubbery. Where is she off to?”
“To Dublin. She means to see his Excellency and the Chief Baron; she says she can't leave Ireland till she has unmasked all your wickedness.”
“She had better take a house on a lease then; did you tell her so?”
“I did nothing but listen,—I never interposed a word. Indeed, she won't let one speak.”
“I 'd give ten pounds to see her with the Chief Baron. It would be such a 'close thing.' All his neat sparring would go for nothing against her; for though she hits wide, she can stand a deal of punishment without feeling it.”
“She 'll do you mischief there.”
“She might,” said he, more thoughtfully. “I think I 'll set my mother at her; not that she 'll have a chance, but just for the fun of the thing. What 's the letter in your hand?”
“Oh, a commission she gave me. I was to distribute this amongst your household;” and he drew forth a banknote. “Twenty pounds! you have no objection to it, have you?”
“I know nothing about it; of course you never hinted such a thing to me;” and with this he arose and left the room.