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'I don't care, I must see him. Say that Mrs Goby wants to see him
at once.'
The servant, not without apprehensions, delivered this message at
the door of the study.
'Mrs Goby? Who is Mrs Goby?' exclaimed the man of letters, irate
at the disturbance.
There sounded an answer out of the passage, for the visitor had
followed close.
'I am Mrs Goby, of the 'Olloway Road, wife of Mr C. 0. Goby,
'aberdasher. I just want to speak to you, Mr Yule, if you please,
seeing that Mrs Yule isn't in.'
Yule started up in fury, and stared at the woman, to whom the
servant had reluctantly given place.
'What business can you have with me? If you wish to see Mrs Yule,
come again when she is at home.'
'No, Mr Yule, I will not come again!' cried the woman, red in the
face. 'I thought I might have had respectable treatment here, at
all events; but I see you're pretty much like your relations in
the way of behaving to people, though you do wear better clothes,
and--I s'pose--call yourself a gentleman. I won't come again, and
you shall just hear what I've got to say.
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