The Baronet was talking bitterly, scornfully, and with all proper contempt of his adversaries, but there's no denying he looked very pale.
"And there certainly is activity there; cases have been with counsel on behalf of Guy Deverell, the son and heir of the deceased," pursued Mr. Pelter, with his hands in his pockets, looking grimly up into the Baronet's face.
"Won't you sit down?—do sit down, Pelter; and you haven't had wine?" said Sir Jekyl.
"Thanks—I've had some sherry."
"Well, you must have some claret. I'd like a glass myself."
He had rung the hell, and a servant appeared.
"Get claret and glasses for two."
The servant vanished deferentially.
"I'm not blaming you, mind; but is it not odd we should have known nothing of this son, and this pretended marriage till now?"
"Odd!—oh dear, no!—you don't often know half so much of the case at the other side—nothing at all often till it's on the file."