You must lock your prisoner up, sir--give him to a watchman--and--call again at a proper time.

Then we'll see about it!' Before Mr Haredale could answer, the sharp closing of a door and drawing of its bolts, gave notice that the Lord Mayor had retreated to his bedroom, and that further remonstrance would be unavailing.

The two clients retreated likewise, and the porter shut them out into the street.
'That's the way he puts me off,' said the old gentleman, 'I can get no redress and no help.

What are you going to do, sir ?' 'To try elsewhere,' answered Mr Haredale, who was by this time on horseback.
'I feel for you, I assure you--and well I may, for we are in a common cause,' said the old gentleman.

'I may not have a house to offer you to-night; let me tender it while I can.