"Mr Bloxam!"
She was engaged on some needlework of a domestic character, from which she looked up at me with an air of apparent surprise.
"I shall cause immediate legal proceedings to be taken against the man who has acted in a manner calculated to bring you and myself into public contempt."
"To what man do you allude?"
"To the man who put your name on this."
I gave her Tyler's handbill. She looked it up and down, very carefully, as it seemed to me.
"I fail to see what there is here to which you have any reason to take objection."
"Nothing there! When the impertinent rascal has dared to put you forward as one of Crookenden's puppets."
"If he has done so, he is to blame, for I certainly am no one's puppet. I have merely availed myself of that of which you have so freely availed yourself, the right to call my soul my own."
"Henrietta! I don't understand what you mean."