Domestic fiction; Inheritance and succession -- Fiction; Wales -- Fiction
"You are quite right," said Mr Apjohn, who was not at all disposed to
be angry in regard to any observation offered personally to himself.
"But surely it would be better for you that this should be done
privately. Of course we can have a search-warrant if it be necessary;
but then there must be a policeman to carry it out."
"What do I care for policemen?" said Cousin Henry. "It is you who
have treated me badly from first to last. I will do nothing further
at your bidding."
Mr Apjohn looked at Mr Brodrick, and Mr Brodrick looked at Mr Apjohn.
The strange attorney would do nothing without directions from the
other, and the attorney who was more at home was for a few moments a
little in doubt. He got up from his chair, and walked about the room,
while Cousin Henry, standing also, watched every movement which he
made. Cousin Henry took his place at the further end of the table
from the fire, about six feet from the spot on which all his thoughts
were intent. There he stood, ready for action while the attorney
walked up and down the room meditating what it would be best that he
should do next. As he walked he seemed to carry his nose in the air,
with a gait different from what was usual to him. Cousin Henry had
already learned something of the man's ways, and was aware that his
manner was at present strange. Mr Apjohn was in truth looking along
the rows of the books. In old days he had often been in that room,
and had read many of the titles as given on the backs. He knew the
nature of many of the books collected there, and was aware that but
very few of them had ever been moved from their places in the old
Squire's time for any purpose of use. He did not wish to stand and
inspect them,--not as yet. He walked on as though collecting his
thoughts, and as he walked he endeavoured to fix on some long set of
sermons. He had in his mind some glimmering of remembrance that there
was such a set of books in the room. "You might as well let us do as
we propose," he said.
"Certainly not. To tell you the truth, I wish you would go away, and
leave me."
"Mr Cheekey will hear all about it, and how will you be able to
answer Mr Cheekey?"
"I don't care about Mr Cheekey. Who is to tell Mr Cheekey? Will you
tell him?"
"I cannot take your part, you know, if you behave like this."
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