2/23 It's your friend Mr.Greenacre, as says he must see you for a minute." "All right; send him up, please. What the dickens can he want at this time o' night!" Mr.Gammon having promised to see his visitor out again, with due attention to the house door, the landlady showed a light whilst Mr. The gas-jet in his friend's bedroom displayed him as a gaunt, ill-dressed man of about forty, with a long unwholesome face, lank hair, and prominent eyes. He began with elaborate apologies, phrased and uttered with more refinement than his appearance would have led one to expect. No; he would on no account be seated. |