negotiation?" said Jermyn, who had ordered a glass of sherry, and was looking round slowly as he sipped it, till his eyes seemed to rest for the first time on Christian, though he had seen him at once on entering the room.
"Unless one of the confounded railways should come. But then I'll stand out and make 'em bleed for it."
There was a murmur of approbation; the railways were a public wrong much denunciated in Treby.
"A—Mr Philip Debarry at the Manor now?" said Jermyn, suddenly questioning Christian, in a haughty tone of superiority which he often chose to use.
"No," said Christian, "he is expected to-morrow morning."
"Ah!" Jermyn paused a moment or two, and then said, "You are sufficiently in his confidence, I think, to carry a message to him with a small document?"
"Mr Debarry has often trusted me so far," said Christian, with much coolness; "but if the business is yours, you can probably find some one you know better."
There was a little winking and grimacing among those of the company who heard this answer.
