“I may go to Hatton House later, but you needn’t wait. " The woollen-draper made no answer, but hastily starting up, bolted the door. To-morrow night —or rather to-night, for we are fast verging on another day—I propose to lure him out of the house by a stratagem which I am sure will prove infallible; and, then, what so easy as to knock him on the head. He is steeped in the conventions. The news that his granddaughter desired an audience Lord Charvill had greeted with merely a grunt, which turned into a roar as his gorge rose when he heard that she was accompanied by her husband. The gallant woollen-draper was now in his thirty-sixth year. They give themselves airs, but so it is.
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