Then, as the front door was opened, the bell ceased as suddenly as it had begun, and the moment afterward he heard Morris's voice shrill and commanding.
"But he has got to see me," he cried, "What's the use of you going to ask if he will ?" Mr.Taynton went to the door of his room which opened into the hall.
"Come in, Morris," he said.
Though it had been Morris's hand which had raised so uncontrolled a clamour, and his voice that just now had been so uncontrolled, there was no sign, when the door of Mr.Taynton's room had closed behind them, that there was any excitement of any sort raging within him.

He sat down at once in a chair opposite the window, and Mr.Taynton saw that in spite of the heat of the day and the violence of that storm which he knew was yelling and screaming through his brain, his face was absolutely white.
He sat with his hands on the arms of the Chippendale chair, and they too were quite still.
"I have seen Sir Richard," said he, "and I came back at once to see you.
He has told me everything.

Godfrey Mills has been lying about me and slandering me." Mr.Taynton sat down heavily on the sofa.
"No, no; don't say it, don't say it," he murmured.

"It can't be true, I can't believe it." "But it is true, and you have got to believe it.

He suggested that you should go and talk it over with him.