"May I put my case this way, sir? As your prospective son-in-law, working hard in and for your interest, do I not present serious claims upon your attention?"
Quinney stared at him. This was, indeed, a "plant," skilfully prepared by a rascal and fortune-hunter. He said roughly:
"Cut that prospective son-in-law cackle! As yourself, my lad, you do present very serious claims indeed upon my attention."
"Have it as you please, Mr. Quinney."
"That's exactly how I mean to have it."
"What have you against me, sir?"
Quinney had been pacing the room restlessly. He stopped suddenly, opposite James, within two feet of his pale face.
"You ain't honest; you ain't straight; you ain't fit to marry an honest girl!"
James raised his eyebrows.
"Isn't this a case of the pot calling the kettle black?"