His own rough speech, contrasted with the soft persuasive accents of the other; his rude bearing, and Mr Chester's polished manner; the disorder and negligence of his ragged dress, and the elegant attire he saw before him; with all the unaccustomed luxuries and comforts of the room, and the silence that gave him leisure to observe these things, and feel how ill at ease they made him; all these influences, which have too often some effect on tutored minds and become of almost resistless power when brought to bear on such a mind as his, quelled Hugh completely.

He moved by little and little nearer to Mr Chester's chair, and glancing over his shoulder at the reflection of his face in the glass, as if seeking for some encouragement in its expression, said at length, with a rough attempt at conciliation, 'ARE you going to speak to me, master, or am I to go away ?' 'Speak you,' said Mr Chester, 'speak you, good fellow.

I have spoken, have I not?
I am waiting for you.' 'Why, look'ee, sir,' returned Hugh with increased embarrassment, 'am I the man that you privately left your whip with before you rode away from the Maypole, and told to bring it back whenever he might want to see you on a certain subject ?' 'No doubt the same, or you have a twin brother,' said Mr Chester, glancing at the reflection of his anxious face; 'which is not probable, I should say.' 'Then I have come, sir,' said Hugh, 'and I have brought it back, and something else along with it.

A letter, sir, it is, that I took from the person who had charge of it.' As he spoke, he laid upon the dressing-table, Dolly's lost epistle.

The very letter that had cost her so much trouble.
'Did you obtain this by force, my good fellow ?' said Mr Chester, casting his eye upon it without the least perceptible surprise or pleasure.
'Not quite,' said Hugh.