“I shall regret it if you don’t. You’re a very interesting fellow, and an awful scoundrel.”
“Well, who made me one?” the man burst out; “you answer me that.”
“Are you coming in?”
“Yes, I am.”
He came, and Granter shut the door behind him. It was like inviting a snake or a mad dog into one’s parlour; but the memory of having been laughed at was so fresh within him that he rather welcomed the sensation.
“Now,” he said, “have the kindness!” and opened the drawing-room door.
The man slunk in, blinking in the stronger light.
Granter went towards his wife, who was standing before the fire.
“This gentleman has an important communication to make to you, it seems.”