"I have become very much attached to Mr. Jaffrey," I said; "he is a most interesting person; but that hypothetical boy of his, that son of Miss Mehetabel's--"
"Yes, I know!" interrupted Mr. Sewell, testily. "Fell off a step-ladder and broke his dratted neck. Eleven year old, wasn't he? Always does, jest at that point. Next week Silas will begin the whole thing over again, if he can get anybody to listen to him."
"I see. Our amiable friend is a little queer on that subject."
Mr. Sewell glanced cautiously over his shoulder, and tapping himself significantly on the forehead, said in a low voice,--
"Room To Let--Unfurnished!"
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