I began to think she _had_ a prejudice against
my uncle Silas.
'He is not very rich,' I commenced.
'Who?' said Lady Knollys.
'Uncle Silas,' I replied.
'No, certainly; he's in debt,' she answered. 'But then, how very highly
Doctor Clay spoke of him!' I pursued.
'Don't talk of Doctor Clay. I do think that man is the greatest goose I
ever heard talk. I have no patience with such men,' she replied.
I tried to remember what particular nonsense Doctor Clay had uttered, and I
could recollect nothing, unless his eulogy upon my uncle were to be classed
with that sort of declamation.
'Danvers is a very proper man and a good accountant, I dare say; but he
is either a very deep person, or a fool--_I_ believe a fool. As for your
attorney, I suppose he knows his business, and also his interest, and I
have no doubt he will consult it. I begin to think he best man among them,
the shrewdest and the most reliable, is that vulgar visionary in the black
wig. I saw him look at you, Maud, and I liked his face, though it is
abominably ugly and vulgar, and cunning, too; but I think he's a just man,
and I dare say with right feelings--I'm _sure_ he has.
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