"He do look raised, Miss Margaret," said Mrs. Chetwode; "he snaps round like an angry watch-dog."
He came up to Miss Walsingham's parlor and burst in, hot, red, loud, and angry.
"Ha! you have seen fit to return to your post, sir," cried Margaret, woman-like anticipating the fray.
"Return, madam!" fired the lawyer. "Am I here too soon for you, madam—how long did you want me to stay?"
"I did not want you to go, sir," said Margaret.
"Hear her, oh, hear her!" screamed the lawyer, appealing to the cornice, "if that is not upright and downright insanity, show me a maniac in Bedlam. Madam," with grim pleasantry, "shall you banish me to the top of Mont Blanc in your next letter about a mythological Colonel Brand?"
She maintained a dignified silence.
"Madam, since your little scheme to get both your guardians out of the way has succeeded so well, will you do me the favor of confessing what you have done with the colonel?"
"I have unmasked him, Mr. Davenport, and shown the world a murderer."
"What the duse do you mean, young lady?"