"
"You warn me!"
A gleam shot towards me from his evil eyes.
"Ralph! silence!" The Judge spoke sternly.
"Yes, in all soberness, I warn you," said I, fixing my gaze upon
him, and holding his eyes until they fell to the floor. "Mr.
Wallingford is not the man to permit any one to use language about
him, such as you have indulged in. If you make use of another
opprobrious epithet, I will communicate the fact to him immediately.
And let me say, that, unless a different temper is manifested, I
must terminate this interview at once."
Judge Bigelow drew his nephew aside, and talked for some time with
him, in a low, earnest tone; after which the latter apologized,
though with an ill grace, for the intemperance of his
manner--alleging that an old wound smarted whenever Wallingford
crossed his path.
The result of this confidential talk was not as favorable on my mind
as Judge Bigelow had hoped to make it. I pitied his embarrassment;
but the conduct of Dewey confirmed my previous view of the case,
which was to require a transfer of the property specified by Mr.
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