"Your servant, gentlemen," said the master of Stanmore, performing one of his newly-learned bows. "To what cause am I indebted for the honour of this visit? Doctor, you are always welcome, whether you come as a visitor or professionally," he added, holding out his hand, at the same time turning a dark frown towards his brother lawyer, who took his seat in silence. "As you ask me, Mr. Sleech," said Dr. Jessop, "I come now as a friend-- as a friend of your family and that of the Everards. I wish that you could have heard the expressions uttered but lately by your excellent sister-in-law, Madam Everard. You must be aware that it was very painful to her to leave Stanmore. The law allowed you to take possession, it being supposed that no marriage had taken place between Captain Everard's father and mother, notwithstanding the assertion of the former that he had married in France. Of course Captain Everard has taken every means to prove his legitimacy, and I must ask you now to be prepared to receive the information, that not only is he in possession of the certificate of the marriage, properly attested by the French authorities, but that actually two French persons of respectability who were present are at this moment in England, indeed at Lynderton." Mr. Sleech gasped for breath as the doctor proceeded, turning his rolling eyeballs first at him and then at the lawyer. "Is it true what he says? Is it true, Wallace? Tell me," he exclaimed. "Perfectly true, Mr. Sleech," answered the lawyer. "You have no more right to be in this house than I have; at the same time, the owners desire that you should be treated with every kindness and consideration." Mr. Sleech rose from his seat, and appeared as if he were about to rush on his brother lawyer. "It is false! It is a vile conspiracy! They are impostors!" he exclaimed. "I will not yield: I will die first!" "My good sir," exclaimed the doctor, placing himself between Mr. Sleech, whose doubled fist was raised to strike Mr. Wallace, "let me entreat you to becalm. This violence will do you no good, and is discreditable to you." The unfortunate man stopped and gasped, and had not the doctor held him up, he would have sunk to the ground. He was placed in a chair. Restoratives were administered, and at length he recovered. "I yield," at last he said; "I played for a high stake, and I have lost. They will have pity on me. That wretched boy of mine, his fate has well-nigh broken my heart." In a few days Mr. Sleech and his family returned to the old red brick building with the high roof in the High Street of Lynderton, which he had inhabited since he entered business.