So Tomlinson disappeared.
"And, Dives, it tires me;—so will you—I'm sure you will—see Pelter, after we've spoken with that fellow Herbert, and consult what we had best do, you know. I dare say the young people would come to like one another—he's a fine young fellow; and that, you know, would be the natural way of settling it—better than law or fighting."
"A great deal—a great deal, certainly."
"And you may tell him I have that thing—the deed, you know—my poor father—"
"I—I always told you, my dear Jekyl, I'd rather know nothing of all that—in fact, I do know nothing; and I should not like to speak to Pelter on that subject. You can, another time, you know," said Dives.
"Well, it's in the red trunk in there."
"Pray, dear Jekyl, don't—I assure you I'd rather know nothing—I—I can't; and Pelter will understand you better when he sees you. But I'll talk to him with pleasure about the other thing, and I quite agree with you that any reasonable arrangement is better than litigation."
"Very well, be it so," said Sir Jekyl, very tired.
"I'm always drinking claret now—give me some—the only quick way of making blood—I've lost a lot."
"And you must not talk so much, Jekyl," said Dives, as he placed the glass at his lips; "you'll wear yourself out."