Mr. Forrester placed a chair for this gentleman, who, with hardly a nod, and without a word, sat down. The door closed, and they were alone.
CHAPTER XLVII.
sir harry speaks.
ou're Mr. Forrester?" said Sir Harry, in a deep, clear voice, quite in character with his appearance, and with a stern eye fixed on the solicitor.
That gentleman made a slight inclination of assent.
"I got all your letters, sir—every one," said the rustic baronet.