"Dere is too many things the matter wiz him," said Mr. Herder, "for he is sick abed — that is why I am here. I am come to tell you his business and to get you to do it."
"I shall think I am working for you, Mr. Herder," Winthrop said, as he tied up a bundle of papers which had been lying loose about the table.
"Have you got plenty to do?" said the naturalist, giving them a good-humoured eye.
"Can't have too much, sir. Now what is your brother's affair?"
"I do not know as I can tell you," said the other, his bright jovial face looking uncommonly mystified, — "it seems to me he does not know very well himself. He does not know that anybody has done nozing, but he is not satisfied."
"And my business is to satisfy him?"
"If you can do that — you shall be satisfied too!" said the naturalist. "He does not know that any one has wronged him: but he thinks one has."
"Who?"
"Ryle — John Ryle. He was Mr. Lansing's partner in business for years — I do not know how many."
"Here?"