to me. You will pardon an invalid? I only say to you what the lamentable state of my health obliges me to say to everybody. Yes. And you really like the room?”
“I could wish for nothing prettier and nothing more comfortable,” I answered, dropping my voice, and beginning to discover already that Mr. Fairlie’s selfish affectation and Mr. Fairlie’s wretched nerves meant one and the same thing.
“So glad. You will find your position here, Mr. Hartright, properly recognised. There is none of the horrid
civilly, when I opened the cab door. “My horse is dead beat, and I can’t get him no further than the stable.”
“Yes, yes. That will do for me. I’m going that way—I’m going that way.” She spoke with breathless eagerness, and pressed by me into the cab.
I had assured myself that the man was sober as