I have nothing more to say, sir, except to ask your pardon for forgetting my proper place, and for making bold to speak on a very serious matter as equal to equal, and as man to man." To do Mr.Meeke justice, he had a heart, though it was a very small one.
He shook hands with me, and said he accepted my advice as the advice of a friend, and so went back to his parsonage to write the letter.

In half an hour I called for it on horseback, but it was not ready for me.

Mr.
Meeke was ridiculously nice about how he should express himself when he got a pen into his hand.

I found him with his desk littered with rough copies, in a perfect agony about how to turn his phrases delicately enough in referring to my mistress.

Every minute being precious, I hurried him as much as I could, without standing on any ceremony.