CHAPTER XXXII.
“WILL FIELDING is in the town; I'm to arrest him as agreed last night?”
“Hum! no!”
“Why I have got the judgment in my pocket and the constable at the public hard by.”
“Never mind! he was saucy to me in the market yesterday—I was angry and—but anger is a snare. What shall I gain by locking him up just now? let him go.”
“Well, sir, your will is law,” said Crawley obsequiously but sadly.
“Now to business of more importance.”
“At your service, sir.”
But the business of more importance was interrupted by a sudden knock at the outside door of Mr. Meadows' study.
“Well!”