CHAPTER VII.
The next day Mr.Henry came.

He was a quiet, stern-looking man, of considerable intelligence and refinement, and so much taste for music as to charm Erminia, who had rather dreaded his visit.

But all the amenities of life were put aside when he entered Mr.Buxton's sanctum--his "office," as he called the room where he received his tenants and business people.

Frank thought Mr.Henry was scarce commonly civil in the open evidence of his surprise and contempt for the habits, of which the disorderly books and ledgers were but too visible signs.

Mr.Buxton himself felt more like a school-boy, bringing up an imperfect lesson, than he had ever done since he was thirteen.
"The only wonder, my good sir, is that you have any property left; that you have not been cheated out of every farthing." "I'll answer for it," said Mr.Buxton, in reply, "that you'll not find any cheating has been going on.