Only yesterday
I was pestered by a fellow who annoyed me, seriously annoyed me,
interfering in affairs which he knew nothing of,--actually the affairs
of the Bank!--prating about his family name, and all the rest of it.
Family name!" Here, it must be confessed, Sir Archibald distinctly
snorted, quite in a manner calculated to excite the envy of any of his
Wiltshires.
"I know, Uncle. He is a fool, a conceited fool, and a selfish fool."
"You know him?" inquired her uncle in a tone of surprise.
"No, I have no personal acquaintance with him, I'm glad to say, but I
know about him, and I know that he came with Mr. Rae, the Writer."
"Ah, yes! Thoroughly respectable man, Mr. Rae."
"Yes, Mr. Rae is all right; but Captain Cameron--oh, I can't bear him!
He came to talk to you about his son, and I venture to say he took most
of the time in talking about himself."
"Exactly so! But how--?"
"And, Uncle, I want to talk to you about that matter, about young
Cameron." For just a moment Miss Brodie's courage faltered as she
observed her uncle's figure stiffen. "I want you to know the rights of
the case."
"Now, now, my dear, don't you go--ah--"
"I know, Uncle, you were going to say 'interfering,' only you remember
in time that your niece never interferes. Isn't that true, Sir?"
"Yes, yes! I suppose so; that is, certainly.
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