The Whole Case So Far
Bradley Headstone held fast by that other interview he was to have with Lizzie Hexam. In stipulating for it, he had been impelled by a feeling little short of desperation, and the feeling abided by him. It was very soon after his interview with the Secretary, that he and Charley Hexam set out one leaden evening, not unnoticed by Miss Peecher, to have this desperate interview accomplished.
“That dolls’ dressmaker,” said Bradley, “is favourable neither to me nor to you, Hexam.”
“A pert crooked little chit, Mr. Headstone! I knew she would put herself in the way, if she could, and would be sure to strike in with something impertinent. It was on that account that I proposed our going to the City tonight and meeting my sister.”
“So I supposed,” said Bradley, getting his gloves on his nervous hands as he walked. “So I supposed.”