He stepped forward with all of his old confidence, and did not regard a farthing my cold stare.
“'Tis like gone days to see you again, Richard,” he cried. “And I perceive you have as ever fallen into the best of hands.”
“I am Mr. Carvel to my enemies, if they must speak to me at all,” I said.
“But, my dear fellow, I am not your enemy, or I should not be here this day. And presently I shall prove that same.” He took snuff. “But first I must congratulate you on coming alive out of that great battle off Flamborough. You look as though you had been very near to death, my lad. A deal nearer than I should care to get.”
What to say to the man! What to do save to knock him down, and I could not do that.
“There can be no passing the time of day between you and me, Mr. Allen,” I answered hotly. “You, whose machinations have come as near to ruining me as a man's can.”
“And that was your own fault, my dear sir,” said he, as he brushed himself. “You never showed me a whit of consideration, which is very dear to men in my position.”
My head swam. Then I saw Dolly by the door regarding me curiously, with something of a smile upon her lips, but anxiety still in her eyes. With a “by your leave, ma'am,” to her, Mr. Allen took the chair abreast me.
“You have but to call me when you wish, Richard,” said she.
“Nay, Dorothy, Mr. Allen can have nothing to say to me that you may not hear,” I said instantly. “And you will do me a favour to remain.”