You
talk about it to others fast enough: but to Dr. Wycherley and myself, who
could cure you of it, you would hide all about it, if you could."
At this Alfred rose and put his hands in his pockets and looked down
grimly on his inquisitor. "Mr. Speers," said he, "you had better go.
There is no credit to be gained by throwing so small an apothecary as you
out of that window; and _you_ won't find it pleasant either; for, if you
provoke me to it, I shall not stand upon ceremony: I shan't open the
window first, as I should for Dr. What's his confounded name."
At these suggestive words, spoken with suppressed ire and flashing eyes,
Speers scuttled to the door crabwise, holding the young lion in check
conventionally--to wit, with an eye as valiant as a sheep's; and a joyful
apothecary was he when he found himself safe outside the house and beside
Dr. Wycherley, who was waiting for him.
Alfred soon cooled, and began to laugh at his own anger and the unbounded
impudence of his visitors: but, on the other hand, it struck him as a
grave circumstance that so able a man as his father should stir muddy
water; should go and talk to these strangers about the money he had
misappropriated.
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