Accustomed to do disagreeable things of all kinds, Mr. Tims had as little respect for human feelings as most men; but still there was something in his peculiar situation with regard to Sir Sidney Delaware that in some degree awed even his worldly heart. He was going to force himself into the presence of a man, whose destruction he was pursuing eagerly, on the most base and sordid motives. That, however, was nothing new; but we must recollect that Mr. Tims really supposed the son of him he was about to visit had murdered in cold blood his last relation; and, with that belief there mingled both the internal conviction that his own arts had driven the unfortunate young man to commit the horrid deed which had been perpetrated at Ryebury, and the remembrance that he himself, Peter Tims, was even then straining every nerve to bring to an ignominious death him whom his machinations had hurried into the most fearful of human crimes, and whose father he was still urging onward to ruin and despair. All these feelings and remembrances made the business very different from any he had before undertaken, and the lawyer's heart even fluttered as the chaise drove through the gates of the dwelling now occupied by Mrs. Darlington. "It is odd enough," he thought, "that my delaying the payment of the money should have caused my uncle's murder. Now, if I were superstitious, I should take fright and not follow this business up, for fear it should turn out ill likewise--but that is all nonsense;" and when the chaise stopped, and a servant appeared, he boldly demanded to speak with Sir Sidney Delaware. "Sir Sidney Delaware is not here, sir," replied the man, abruptly. "Not here!" cried Mr. Tims. "Not here! And pray, where is he, then?" "Can't tell, sir!" replied the man. "But he was here?" rejoined the lawyer. "Oh, yes, sir, he was here," was the reply. "When did he go?" "Yesterday." "Where to?" "I don't know." "Is your mistress at home!" demanded Mr. Tims, at length, finding that there was nothing to be made of the footman. The answer was in the affirmative; and Mr. Peter Tims was shown into an empty room, where the servant took the precaution of demanding his name, and then went to inform his mistress. After remaining for some time in expectation, Mr. Tims was rejoined by the servant; but, instead of ushering the lawyer to Mrs. Darlington's presence, he said, with a grave and solemn aspect, "Sir, my mistress bids me inform you that she is busy at present, and can not receive you." "Oh, if she is busy, I can wait!" answered Mr. Tims, relapsing determinedly into his chair. "You may wait all day for that matter," replied the man, losing patience; "for I can tell you she does not intend to see you at all. So now you have the plain English of it!" "Very extraordinary conduct, I must say!" observed Mr. Tims, as with slow and indignant steps he walked toward his chaise.