Netterville had no idea who stood before him; but he was surprised at the inquiry, and rejoined rather sharply:
“Pray what business have you with Mrs. Hartley?”
“I might decline to give an explanation to an inquiry put in such terms,” said the other, “but I have no objection to tell you that I wish to speak to her about her daughter.”
“Her daughter!” exclaimed Netterville, starting back, and assuming an angry look. “Perhaps you are the very person of whom I am in quest? Have you recently addressed a letter to Miss Hartley? Have you written to me?”
“I have written no letters at all,” replied the stranger. “My object is to warn Mrs. Hartley against a certain individual.”
“Who is he?” demanded the attorney's clerk, eagerly.
“A very designing individual named Henry Netterville,” replied the stranger.
So astounded was Netterville, that for a moment he could hardly reply. At length, he said:
“What have you to allege against the person whose name you have mentioned?”
“Much! But it is for Mrs. Hartley's ear. I am not likely to communicate to one unknown to me!”