No, I don't quite take to him,
so to say. Now, you won't be offended? The fact of the matter is, he
asked some rather queer questions about you--or, at all events, if
they weren't exactly questions, they--they came to the same
thing.'
Sidney was beginning to glare under his brows. Commonsense told him
how very unlikely it was that a respectable solicitor should
compromise himself in talk with a stranger, and that such a man as
J. J. Snowdon; yet, whether the story were true or not, it meant
that Joseph was plotting in some vile way, and thus confirmed his
suspicions. He inquired, briefly and indifferently, what Mr.
Percival's insinuations had been.
'Well, I told you I don't much care for the fellow. He didn't say as
much, mind, but he seemed to be hinting-like that, as Jane's father,
I should do well to--to keep an eye on you--ha, ha! It came to
that, I thought--though, of course, I may have been mistaken. It
shows how little he knows about you and father. I fancy he'd got it
into his head that it was _you_ set father on those plans about
Jane--though _why_ I'd like to know.'
He paused. Sidney kept his eyes down, and said nothing.
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