gentleman
advanced
into the
light, I
saw that
he was
some years
older than
when he
had had
his
picture
painted.
'Miss
Betsey
Trotwood,'said
the
gentleman,'pray
walk in. I
was
engaged
for a
moment,
but you'll
excuse my
being
busy. You
know my
motive. I
have but
one in
life.'
Miss
Betsey
thanked
him, and
we went
into his
room,
which was
furnished
as an
office,
with
books,
papers,
tin boxes,
and so
forth. It
looked
