“Oh, is that all?”
“No. He discharged me from visiting his premises.”
“That was not very polite.”
“And threatened to horsewhip me next time I came there.”
“Oh, is that where the shoe pinches?”
“No, it is not!” cried Crawley, almost in a shriek; “but he altered his mind, and did horsewhip me then and there. Curse him!”
Meadows smiled grimly. He saw his advantage. “Crawley,” said he, quickly, “he shall rue the day he lifted his hand over you. You want to see to the bottom of me.”
“Oh, Mr. Meadows, that is too far for the naked eye to see,” was the despondent reply.
“Not when it suits my book. I am going to keep my promise and show you my heart.”
“Ah!”