“Geo?” I rose from my chair. He was alone, so it was safe for me to exclaim, “Oh, my dear—” His limp was so pronounced I feared his leg would give out from under him.
“What is the meaning of this, sir?”
“I beg your pardon?”
“This!” He waved a paper in my face, and I shied back, almost toppling my chair over backward.
“It’s…it’s a letter?”
“I’m aware of that!” He shook it open and began to read. “I know it’s some days till your next visit, but would you do me the favour of driving down to Fayerweather at your earliest convenience? I’ve news of some import to relay to you!“
“Well, yes, but truly I didn’t expect you to arrive the same day you received it.”
He frowned at me. “Who is she?”
“Who?”
“The woman you’ll take as a bride.”
“I’m not—”
“Oh, come, sir! Why else would you have written this?”
“I needed to ask you to examine some papers.”
He grew very still. “Let me see if I have this correct. You sent for me to look at a paper.” His voice rose with each succeeding word.