As he entered the room, one of the twain stepped up to him, and said, with an attempt at a bow.
“Mr. Chetwynd Calverley, I presume?”
Chetwynd replied in the affirmative.
“My name's Grimsditch,” said the fellow, “and my mate's name is Hulse. We are officers. We have a writ against you for seven hundred pounds.”
“But I owe no such sum,” replied Chetwynd.
“Beg pardon, sir,” said Grimsditch. “But we have the particulars. You gave a bill for six hundred pounds to Philip Marsh Romney, Esq. With costs and interest it now amounts to a hundred more.”
“You'll find it quite correct, sir,” added Hulse. “I dare say you'll recollect all about it.”
“I recollect something about a gambling debt to Mr. Romney for six hundred pounds; but I was told I ought not to pay it, and I won't.”
“Sorry to hear you say so, sir,” replied Grimsditch. “We hoped the matter would be quietly settled. But if it can't be, you must come along with us.”
Chetwynd looked very angry for a moment, and seemed inclined to kick them both out of the room.