Warren nodded as he said, "Unfortunately I do; he is a regular scoundrel."
"I am not as bad as you," was Felix's retort. "I haven't got one wife; you have two."
"What does the man mean?" asked the Squire.
"He's a fool, or worse; come away from him," said Warren, "or I shall do him an injury."
"I don't know who you are," said Felix, addressing the Squire; "but if you are his father-in-law I can tell you he is a bad lot. His wife, Mrs. Warren, lives with my mother, and that is the address; you can call and see for yourself," he said, as he handed him a card.
Warren snatched it out of his hand and tore it up.
"Give me another card," said the Squire, and Felix handed one to him, Warren not daring to interfere on this occasion.
They moved away from Felix Hoffman, and the Squire said—
"What is the meaning of this? Is there any truth in it?"
"He's a confounded liar," said Warren, angrily.