deeply injured, seat yourself without a word in that chair. It has waited for you two whole days."
Monks muttered some unintelligible words, but wavered still.
"You will be prompt," said Mr. Brownlow. "A word from me, and the alternative has gone for ever."
Still the man hesitated.
"I have not the inclination to parley further," said Mr. Brownlow, "and, as I advocate the dearest interests of others, I have not the right."
"Is there—" demanded Monks with a faltering tongue,—"is there—no middle course?"
"None; emphatically none."
Monks looked at the old gentleman with an anxious eye, but reading in his countenance nothing but severity and determination walked into the room, and, shrugging his shoulders, sat down.
"Lock the door on the outside," said Mr. Brownlow to the attendants, "and come when I ring."
