That's where your information goes to, Mr
S. Mine goes a little beyond that, Mr S. I've means as you can know
nothing about, Mr S. I've irons in the fire, what you're as ignorant on
as the babe as isn't born.'
'No doubt you have, Mr Bozzle,' said Stanbury.
'I has. And now if it be that I must speak before a third party, Mr
Trewillian, I'm ready. It ain't that I'm no ways ashamed. I've done my
duty, and knows how to do it. And let a counsel be ever so sharp, I
never yet was so 'posed but what I could stand up and hold my own. The
Colonel, Mr Trewillian, got a letter from your lady this morning.'
'I don't believe it,' said Stanbury, sharply.
'Very likely not, Mr S. It ain't in my power to say anything whatever
about you believing or not believing. But Mr T.'s lady has wrote the
letter; and the Colonel he has received it. You don't look after these
things, Mr S. You don't know the ways of 'em. But it's my business. The
lady has wrote the letter, and the Colonel why, he has received it.'
Trevelyan had become white with rage when Bozzle first mentioned this
continued correspondence between his wife and Colonel Osborne.
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