HENCE, sir, my appearing three times at your door yesterday.

HENCE, sir, my breaking in upon you at this unseemly hour in the morning.

I am particular myself, sir, about having my morning meal disturbed; cold coffee is never agreeable, gentlemen--but in this case you must admit that my intrusion is pardonable." The boy understood now.
"Come to think of it I have a bundle of papers upstairs tied with a red string which came with my boxes from Moorlands.

I threw them in the drawer without opening them." This last remark was addressed to St.
George, who had listened at first with a broad smile on his face, which had deepened to one of intense seriousness as the interview continued, and which had now changed to one of ill-concealed rage.
"Mr.Gadgem," gritted St.George between his teeth--he had risen from the table during the colloquy and was standing with his back to the mantel, the blood up to the roots of his hair.
"Yes, sir." "Lay the packages of bills with the memoranda on my desk, and I will look them over during the day." "But, Mr.Temple," and his lip curled contemptuously--he had had that same trick played on him by dozens of men.
"Not another word, Mr.Gadgem.I said--I--would look--them--over--during--the--day.

You've had some dealings with me and know exactly what kind of a man I am.