"You can show him up," he said at last.
"Very good, sir!"
The man withdrew, and reappeared to usher in Sir Leslie Borrowdean. Mannering greeted him without offering his hand.
"You wished to see me, Sir Leslie?" he asked.
Borrowdean came slowly into the room. He closed the door behind him.
"I hope," he said, "that you will not consider my presence an intrusion!"
"You have business with me, I presume," Mannering answered, coldly. "Pray sit down."
Borrowdean ignored the chair, towards which Mannering had motioned. He came and stood by the side of the table.
"Unless your memory, Mannering," he said, with a hard little laugh, "is as short as the proverbial politician's, you can scarcely be surprised at my visit."
Mannering raised his eyebrows, and said nothing.