"I am afraid she will do something desperate," he said.
Mr.Oldfield heard him out, and then asked him had he told Miss Somerset what he was going to settle on her.
"Not I.She is not in a condition to be influenced by that, at present." "Let me try her.

The draft is ready.

I'll call on her to-morrow." He did call, and was told she did not know him.
"You tell her I am a lawyer, and it is very much to her interest to see me," said Mr.Oldfield to the page.
He was admitted, but not to a _tete-a-tete._ Polly was kept in the room.

The Somerset had peeped, and Oldfield was an old fellow, with white hair; if he had been a young fellow, with black hair, she might have thought that precaution less necessary.
"First, madam," said Oldfield, "I must beg you to accept my apologies for not coming sooner.

Press of business, etc." "Why have you come at all?
That is the question," inquired the lady, bluntly.
"I bring the draft of a deed for your approval.