"Oh! you don't, my friend. Well, perhaps not; perhaps you think your master really had neuralgia, and really took that stuff to cure it."
"Certainly, sir."
"Oh! you do, do you? Well, then, I can tell you, the coward took it because he was afraid to meet his creditors, because he was afraid to meet me, because he knew he was a beggar, and that if he did not do something of this sort, his fine feathers would be stripped off, and he and his turned out into the world without a shilling, as better people have been before now.
"I must see his wife before I leave," he added abruptly.
"See Mrs. Werner, sir? Impossible."
"Impossible! Why is it impossible? Who is she that she should not be seen; who is she that she should not hear what I have to say? She has had all the smooth, she must now take her share of the rough."
"My mistress, sir, is very ill," remarked Williams, who really was in a state of mind baffling description.
He believed Mr. Forde was mad, but he could not determine how to get him out of the house.