And now good-night, Mr.Whitelaw .-- Ladies, your humble servant." He was gone before Ellen or Mrs.Tadman could reply to his parting salutation, had they been disposed to do so.

Mr.Whitelaw went out with him, and gave some final directions to the stable-lad who was to drive the chaise-cart, and presently came back to the parlour, looking considerably relieved by his guest's departure.
Mrs.Tadman rushed at once to the expression of her fears.
"Stephen Whitelaw," she exclaimed solemnly, "tell us the worst at once.
It's no good keeping things back from us.

That man has come here to turn us out of house and home.

You've sold Wyncomb." "Sold Wyncomb! Have you gone crazy, you old fool ?" cried Mr.Whitelaw, contemplating his kinswoman with a most evil expression of countenance.
"What's put that stuff in your head ?" "Your own doings, Stephen, and that man's.

What does he come here for, with his masterful ways, unless it's to turn us out of house and home?
What did you show him the house for?
Nigh upon an hour you were out of this room with him, if you were a minute.