I spoke with a sneer, and the Baronet burst into a malicious laugh of triumph: but, unwilling that the cause of it should be suspected, it was instantly restrained.
'What concern had you,' continued he, 'in his lordship's politics?'
'I have reason to believe I helped to reconcile him to the Minister.'
'You, Mr. Trevor! How came you to do so unprincipled, so profligate, a thing?'
'It was wholly unintentional.'
'I do not understand you.'
'I wrote certain letters that were printed in the ——'
'What, Mr. Trevor! were you the author of the three last letters of
Themistocles?'
'I was.'
The Baronet's face glowed with exultation. 'I knew,' said he with a vehement but under voice, 'he never wrote them himself! I have said it a thousand times; and I am not easily deceived. Every body said the same.'