"
"Well, you see a man named Hatton," said the bishop; "and now
what do want of him?"
"I should like to say a word to you alone," said Morley.
"Hem! I should like to know who is to finish this lock, and to
look after my boys! If it's an order, let us have it at
once."
"It is not an order," said Morley.
"Then I don't want to hear nothing about it," said the bishop.
"It's about family matters," said Morley.
"Ah!" said Hatton, eagerly, "what, do you come from him?"
"It may be," said Morley.
Upon this the bishop, looking up to the ceiling of the room in
which there were several large chinks, began calling out
lustily to some unseen person above, and immediately was
replied to in a shrill voice of objurgation, demanding in
peremptory words, interlarded with many oaths, what he wanted.
His reply called down his unseen correspondent, who soon
entered his workshop. It was the awful presence of Mrs
Hatton; a tall, bearded virago, with a file in her hand, for
that seemed the distinctive arm of the house, and eyes
flashing with unbridled power.
"Look after the boys," said Hatton, "for I have business."
"Won't I?" said Mrs Hatton; and a thrill of terror pervaded
the assembly.
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