"Nonsense, Briarfield; you talk wildly. This matter can surely be settled in a less melodramatic fashion. I am glad I am here, as perhaps you will permit me to be present at the interview."
"Willingly. I know how clever you are, Denham. You may assist me to unmask Felix."
"Do you think he'll come to-night?" said I, going to the window.
"His letter said to-night or to-morrow!"
"Then it will be to-morrow! Felix wouldn't risk meeting you at night if he has thus betrayed you. Let us go to bed and to-morrow settle the matter."
At first Francis was unwilling to retire, but when the landlord came to lock up for the night, and laughed at the idea of anyone coming there from Marshminster, he fell in with my desire. Together we went upstairs and parted on the threshold of his room. It was five or six doors away from mine.
"Lock your door," said I as we parted.
"What! do you think I'll be murdered in my sleep?"
"No! but I don't like the inn, and I dislike the face of Strent, the landlord. Besides," I continued, tapping Briarfield's breast, "that girl Rose!"
"What about her?"