"What's the matter, my dear fellow? Are you not satisfied?" demanded Shuffles.
"Entirely satisfied with the result;" but he talked like one who was anything but satisfied.
"It was a fair thing—wasn't it?"
"I suppose it was; I don't know."
"You speak as though you were not satisfied, Pelham."
"I am not disposed to grumble. I only say that I don't understand it."
"What don't you understand?" asked Shuffles, sharply. "The election was conducted on a plan furnished by yourself; the receivers were of your own choice; the results agree; and I can't see, for the life of me, that there is any chance to find fault."
"I don't find fault. The result perplexes me, because I can't see through it."
"What do you mean by that?"