'Not you, friend,' he added hastily to Hugh, who entered also.
'Willet, why do you bring that fellow here ?' 'Why, sir,' returned John, elevating his eyebrows, and lowering his voice to the tone in which the question had been asked him, 'he's a good guard, you see.' 'Don't be too sure of that,' said Mr Haredale, looking towards him as he spoke.

'I doubt it.

He has an evil eye.' 'There's no imagination in his eye,' returned Mr Willet, glancing over his shoulder at the organ in question, 'certainly.' 'There is no good there, be assured,' said Mr Haredale.

'Wait in that little room, friend, and close the door between us.' Hugh shrugged his shoulders, and with a disdainful look, which showed, either that he had overheard, or that he guessed the purport of their whispering, did as he was told.

When he was shut out, Mr Haredale turned to John, and bade him go on with what he had to say, but not to speak too loud, for there were quick ears yonder.
Thus cautioned, Mr Willet, in an oily whisper, recited all that he had heard and said that night; laying particular stress upon his own sagacity, upon his great regard for the family, and upon his solicitude for their peace of mind and happiness.