publish nothing for five years, and I will write to the papers and say why--because I have been cheated, Mr. Meeson!"
"Cheated!" thundered the great man. "Be careful, young lady; mind what you are saying. I have a witness; Eustace, you hear, 'cheated'! Eustace, 'cheated'!"
"I hear," said Eustace, grimly.
"Yes, Mr. Meeson, I said 'cheated'; and I will repeat it, whether I am locked up for it or not. Good morning, Mr. Meeson," and she curtseyed to him, and then suddenly burst into a flood of tears.
In a minute Eustace was by her side.
"Don't cry, Miss Smithers; for Heaven's sake don't I can't bear to see it," he said.
She looked up, her beautiful grey eyes full of tears, and tried to smile.
"Thank you," she said; "I am very silly, but I am so disappointed. If you only knew--. There I will go. Thank you," and in another instant she had drawn herself up and left the room.
"Well," said Mr. Meeson, senior, who had
NOT a western!!!
Young love frustrated by a mean old miser and cast apart by the high seas! Alas! You're not expected to take any of this too seriously; it's mostly sarcastic, witty and amusing. There's also a struggle over an inheritance and a courtroom drama out of Dickens. And a situation that gives rise to this comment:
"No girl would allow herself to be tattooed in the interest of abstract justice."