“Humph! so soon,” muttered Mr Penwynn, who was somewhat taken aback; but he put a good face upon it, entered his private room, and shook hands with the solicitor, whose eyes were fixed upon him inquiringly.
“Well,” he said, “what news?”
“Bad,” replied Mr Penwynn, quietly.
“You have had a long talk with her?”
“Yes—a very long talk.”
“What does she say?”
“She is immovable.” John Tregenna’s face grew very dark, and he rose from his chair to walk excitedly up and down the office.
“Did you—did you ask for time?” he said hoarsely.
“I did indeed, Tregenna.”
“Did you tell her that I was your best friend?”