Our editor was still in his wrath when
he saw his prey come forth from the House with a card,--no doubt his
own card. He leaped forward in spite of the policeman, in spite of
any Cerberus, and seized Phineas by the arm. "I want just to have a
few words," he said. He made an effort to repress his wrath, knowing
that the whole world would be against him should he exhibit any
violence of indignation on that spot; but Phineas could see it all in
the fire of his eye.
"Certainly," said Phineas, retiring to the side of the lobby, with a
conviction that the distance between him and the House was already
sufficient.
"Can't you come down into Westminster Hall?"
"I should only have to come up again. You can say what you've got to
say here."
"I've got a great deal to say. I never was so badly treated in my
life;--never." He could not quite repress his voice, and he saw that
a policeman looked at him. Phineas saw it also.
"Because we have hindered you from publishing an untrue and very
slanderous letter about a lady!"
"You promised me that you'd come to me yesterday.
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