"Alas! alas! yes," exclaimed Mrs Twisleton, in despair.
"It must be prevented by all and every means," I continued.
"We are still safe then?"
"Yes, although I cannot answer for an hour. He must be spoken to, remonstrated with"——
"Threatened," added Mrs Twisleton, stamping with her foot. "Any thing to save us."
"I will appeal to his reason."
"Then we are lost," said the lady, emphatically. "That family never listened to reason yet."
"Do you know," I enquired, "this great foreigner whom they call the Yahoo?"
"Oh, no! no!" exclaimed Mrs Twisleton, shaking her head impatiently. "I don't know any of them. I disown them all; they are all impostors. I said so from the beginning. Oh, Mr Wilson, what can he have to do with it? How can you talk so idly?"
"Mrs Twisleton," said I, "have I your permission to communicate the contents of this letter to Mr Sinclair?"