His questioning was so artfully contrived,
that he seemed even in his own eyes to volunteer all this information
rather than to have it wrested from him; and he was brought to this
state of feeling so naturally, that when Mr Chester yawned at length and
declared himself quite wearied out, he made a rough kind of excuse for
having talked so much.
'There--get you gone,' said Sir John, holding the door open in his hand.
'You have made a pretty evening's work. I told you not to do this. You
may get into trouble. You'll have an opportunity of revenging yourself
on your proud friend Haredale, though, and for that, you'd hazard
anything, I suppose?'
'I would,' retorted Hugh, stopping in his passage out and looking
back; 'but what do I risk! What do I stand a chance of losing, master?
Friends, home? A fig for 'em all; I have none; they are nothing to me.
Give me a good scuffle; let me pay off old scores in a bold riot where
there are men to stand by me; and then use me as you like--it don't
matter much to me what the end is!'
'What have you done with that paper?' said Sir John.
'I have it here, master.'
'Drop it again as you go along; it's as well not to keep such things
about you.
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