mr. voysey. Mr. Edward must do as he thinks fit about that. Alguazils, Alg—oh, yes.
He is running his eye down the columns. peacey leans over the letters.
peacey. This is from Jackson, sir. Shall I take it?
mr. voysey. From Jackson. . Yes. Alguazils. Mr. Edward's here, I suppose.
peacey. No, sir.
mr. voysey. [his eye twisting with some sharpness.] What!
peacey. [almost alarmed.] I beg pardon, sir.
mr. voysey. Mr. Edward.
peacey. Oh, yes, sir, been in his room some time. I thought you said Headley; he's not due back till Thursday.