"Young man—Git——"
She pointed to the door.
CHAPTER II. A VERY COMPLETE CASE.
His lordship, left alone with his wife, manifested certain signs of uneasiness. She laid the portfolio on the table, turned over the papers, sorted some of them, picked out some for reference, fetched the ink, and placed the penholder in position.
"Now, my dear," she said, "no time to lose. Let us set to work in earnest."
His lordship sighed. He was sitting with his fat hands upon his knees, contented with the repose of the moment.
"Clara Martha," he grumbled, "cannot I have one hour of rest?"
"Not one, till you get your rights." She hovered over him like a little falcon, fierce and persistent. "Not one. What? You a British peer? You, who ought to be sitting with a coronet on your head—you to shrink from the trouble of writing out your case? And such a case!"