“Nay, don't appeal to me,” replied Chetwynd. “Exercise your own discretion.”
“I ought to say that Mr. Netterville is without,” observed Tom; “so that he requires an immediate answer. When I inform him who his here, I don't feel quite sure that he will come in.”
“He can please himself,” said Rose. “Tell him, in reply to his message, that I will see him, but not alone.”
“Have the goodness, also, to tell him from me, Mr. Tom,” observed Chetwynd, “that I have a few words to say to him. I intended to call on him to-morrow.”
“I will do your bidding, sir,” replied Tom, “But I remark——”
“Pray, don't make any remarks at present, sir,” interrupted Chetwynd. “Just convey my message.” Tom bowed, and left the room.
He was attended to the street-door by Mrs. Hartley, who waited to see whether he would return.