"That letter was not addressed to me," he stammered.
Albemarle read the subscription, "To my good friend W., at Bridgwater." He looked up, a heavy sneer thrusting his heavy lip still further out. "What do you say to that? Does not `W' stand for Westmacott?"
"It does not."
"Of course not," said Albemarle with heavy sarcasm. "It stands for Wilkins, or Williams, or ...or ... What-not."
"Indeed, I can bear witness that it does not," exclaimed Sir Rowland.
"Be silent, sir, I tell you!" bawled the Duke at him again. "You shall bear witness soon enough, I promise you. To whom, then," he resumed, turning again to Richard, "do you say that this letter was addressed?"
"To Mr. Wilding - Mr. Anthony Wilding," Richard answered.
"I would have Your Grace to observe," put in Trench ard quietly, "that Mr. Wilding, properly speaking, does not reside in Bridgwater.
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