“But I haven’t made my speech,” I said, “speech to the meeting.”
Ezekiel stared at me with incredible bitterness.
“There isn’t a meeting left,” he said, “to make a speech to.”
I pointed at the clocks. They were all at half-past nine.
“But we’ve hardly begun,” I said. “Where’s the platform?”
Mr. Maidstone bent over me——[[15]]
[15]. See conclusion of Chapter VIII.
CHAPTER XVII
Profound depression subsequent to port-poisoning. An iniquitous plot and its consequences. Insubordination of Miss Botterill. I retire from the firm of Mr. Chrysostom Lorton. A crushing rejoinder and its repetition. Second journey to Enfield. Transformation of Mrs. Chrysostom’s boudoir. Unexpected repentance of Mrs. Chrysostom. Unfortunate results of this for myself. Fruitless termination of interview.