Hampton querulously. “I ought not to sit here and—”
“Allow it, sir? Well, perhaps not. There, it is growing late. I will not inflict my presence upon you longer; and you may rely upon it, ladies, that everything shall be done so as to cause you as little anxiety as possible.”
“I am glad to hear you say that,” cried Mr Hampton. “When can I meet this man, sir?”
“Really, I cannot say. At present I am under the impression that he has gone to Paris, and he may not be back for some days.”
“Then why should I not turn the tables on him, and take possession here?”
“It cannot be done, sir,” said the old man firmly.
“But suppose I insist.”
“If you are the true George Harrington, sir, you will act as a gentleman should, and take proper steps to make good your claim.”
“Ah! now you disarm me. There: I will go now. Miss Bellwood, Mrs Hampton, whatever happens in the future you may believe in me. Good-night.”
He shooks hands again.