The Man in Black: An Historical Novel of the Days of Queen AnneJames, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
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The Man in Black: An Historical Novel of the Days of Queen Anne
James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
Great Britain -- History -- Anne, 1702-1714 -- Fiction
"Dear me, Mrs. Hazleton," he exclaimed, "I did not expect to find you
so engaged. These seem to be law papers--very dangerous, indeed,
madam, for unprofessional persons to meddle with such things. Permit
me to look at them;" and he held out his hand towards Mr. Marlow, as
if expecting to receive the papers without a word of remonstrance. But
Mr. Marlow held them back, saying, in a very calm, civil tone, "Excuse
me, sir! We are conversing over the matter in a friendly manner; and I
shall show them to a lawyer only at Mrs. Hazleton's request."
"Very improper--that is, I mean to say very unprofessional!" exclaimed
Mr. Shanks, "and let me say very hazardous too," rejoined the lawyer
abruptly; but Mrs. Hazleton herself interposed, saying in a marked
tone and with an air of dignity which did not always characterize her
demeanor towards her "right hand man," as she was accustomed sometimes
to designate Mr. Shanks, "We do not desire any interference at this
moment, my good sir. I appointed you at twelve o'clock. It is not yet
nine."
"O I can see, I can see," replied Mr. Shanks, while Sir Philip
Hastings advanced a step or two, "his worship here never was a friend
of mine, and has no objection to take a job or two out of my hands at
any time."
"We have nothing to do with jobs, sir," said Sir Philip Hastings, in
his usual dry tone, "but at all events we do not wish you to make a
job where there is none."
"I must take the liberty, however, of warning that lady, sir," said
Mr. Shanks, with the pertinacity of a parrot, which he so greatly
resembled, "as her legal adviser, sir, that if----"
"That if she sends for an attorney, she wants him at the time she
appoints," interposed Sir Philip; "that was what you were about to
say, I suppose."
"Not at all, sir, not at all," exclaimed the lawyer; for very shrewd
and very oily lawyers will occasionally forget their caution and their
coolness when they see the prospect of a loss of fees before them. "I
was going to say no such thing. I was going to warn her not to meddle
with matters of business of which she can understand nothing, by the
advice of those who know less, and who may have jobs of their own to
settle while they are meddling with hers."
"And I warn you to quit this room, sir," said Sir Philip Hastings, a
bright spot coming into his usually pale cheek; "the lady has already
expressed her opinion upon your intrusion, and depend upon it, I will
enforce mine."
"I shall do no such thing, sir, till I have fully----"
He said no more, for before he could conclude the sentence, the hand
of Sir Philip Hastings was upon his collar with the grasp of a giant,
and although he was a tall and somewhat powerful man, the Baronet
dragged him to the door in despite of his half-choking struggles, as a
nurse would haul along a baby, pulled him across the stone hall, and
opening the outer door with his left hand, shot him down the steps
without any ceremony; leaving him with his hands and knees upon the
terrace.
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