“There!” he said; “you have had a good long talk, and you can let me go.”
“Wait a minute. You hear, madam—bring him to the dogs if I like. Schemed against me. Time I schemed against him.”
“So you shall, my dear boy,” said Wrigley. “Now am I to see you to bed?”
“I don’t want you for a valet,” said Jessop. “I want you to do my dirty work.”
Wrigley gave him an angry look, but turned the spiteful remark off with a laugh.
“All right, old fellow; you shall. Now may I go?”
“Yes, be off.”
“Good-night, then.”
“No: stop and help me up to bed.”
“I will, with pleasure,” said Wrigley, giving Janet an encouraging look. “Now then.”