“This,” said Norton, as he was about to go, “is a point of honor between us.”
“Why, I think, at all events, it ought,” replied Bimey; “at least, so far as I am concerned, it is not my intention to act dishonorably by any honest man.”
“Haw—haw! Very well said, indeed; I 'ave a good opinion of your discretion.
“Well, sir, I wish you good morneen; I shall call in a day or two, and expect to 'ave a satisfactory answer.”
“What a scoundrel!” exclaimed Birney.
“Here's a fellow, now, who has been fleecing that unfortunate sheep of a nobleman for the last four years, and now that he finds him at the length of his tether, he is ready to betray and sacrifice him, like a double-distilled rascal as he is. The villain thought I did not know him, but he was mistaken—quite out in his calculations. He will find, too, that he has brought his treachery to the wrong market.”
CHAPTEE XXXIX. Fenton Recovered—The Mad-House
Sir Thomas Gourlay, on his return with the special license, was informed by the same servant who had admitted the stranger, that a gentleman awaited him in the drawing-room.
“Who is he, M'Gregor?”