"They tell me that you want me."
"It isn't I, it's Dr. Banyard; he wants to know if you have sent to Mr. Nash; and, if so, at what time he's coming."
Miss Harding opened her big eyes wider, which was a trick she had.
"Dr. Banyard wants to know?--why does Dr. Banyard want to know?"
"That I cannot tell you; you had better ask him; here he is. Is Mr. Nash coming?"
"Of course he's coming, but he doesn't seem to know quite when; it seems he has some sort of case on at the police court."
"I know; he's defending that young scoundrel, Gus Peters, who's been robbing his master."
This was the doctor; Miss Harding turned to him.
"Is the gentleman you call Gus Peters a scoundrel?"
"Isn't a fellow who robs his master a scoundrel?"