“I think you are mistaken in all that you have said,” quietly remarked Mr. Campbell.
“I think that everybody in the room, except myself, is drunk or demented, or most likely both!” exclaimed Leegh, losing his temper and now speaking recklessly, for he was not yet quite sober.
Mr. Campbell made no reply to these words.
“Will you be good enough to explain yourself?” rudely demanded Leegh.
“I have no explanation to make about myself. For any other questions you would like to ask I must refer you to Mr. Randolph Hay himself.”
“He is in a fine condition to answer questions, is he not, now? Look at him!” said Leegh, pointing to the abject creature in the chair.
The rector looked and sighed to see the human wreck.
“Now, then, will you explain?”
“No; I must still refer you to Mr. Randolph Hay.”
“Confound your insolence!” between his grinding teeth. And then, aloud: “You got my letter, I presume?”