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At the twentieth solemn iteration of Ripton's capital shortcoming, Ripton delivered a smart back-hander on Richard's mouth, and squared precipitately; perhaps sorry when the deed was done, for he was a kind- hearted lad, and as Richard simply bowed in acknowledgment of the blow he thought he had gone too far. He did not know the young gentleman he was dealing with. Richard was extremely cool.
Ripton procured the cab, and stuffed it full without having to get into it himself. "Try and let him come in too?" said the persecuting creature, again passing. "Take liberties with pour men you shan't with me," retorted the angry bosom, and drove off. "So she's been and gone and run away and left him after all his trouble!" cried the pert little thing, peering into Ripton's eyes.
I say!" and a sharp thought drew Ripton's ideas nearer home, "I wonder whether my nose is as bad as he says! Where can I see myself?" To these exclamations Richard was deaf, and he trudged steadily forward, facing but one object.
Ripton's only definite answer was, a gasping iteration of "My lord." My lord resumed: "I am perfectly guiltless of offending him, as far as I know. In fact, I had a friendship for him. Is he liable to fits of this sort of thing?" Not yet at conversation-point, Ripton stammered: "Fits, my lord?" "Ah!" went the other, eying Ripton in lordly cognizant style.
After a second circle of the claret, the hero caught his lieutenant's eye across the table, and said: "We must go out and talk over that law-business, Rip, before you go. Do you think the old lady has any chance?" "Not a bit!" said Ripton, authoritatively. "But it's worth fighting eh, Rip?" "Oh, certainly!" was Ripton's mature opinion. Richard observed that Ripton's father seemed doubtful.
At the twentieth solemn iteration of Ripton's capital shortcoming, Ripton delivered a smart back-hander on Richard's mouth, and squared precipitately; perhaps sorry when the deed was done, for he was a kind-hearted lad, and as Richard simply bowed in acknowledgment of the blow he thought he had gone too far. He did not know the young gentleman he was dealing with. Richard was extremely cool.
He drank a health with every glass; his cheeks were flushed and his eyes brilliant. Ripton looked very much like a rogue on the tremble of detection, but his honest hunger and the partridge-pie shielded him awhile from Adrian's scrutinizing glance. Adrian saw there was matter for study, if it were only on Master Ripton's betraying nose, and sat down to hear and mark.
"Shall we fight here?" he said. "Anywhere you like," replied Ripton. "A little more into the wood, I think. We may be interrupted." And Richard led the way with a courteous reserve that somewhat chilled Ripton's ardour for the contest. On the skirts of the wood, Richard threw off his jacket and waistcoat, and, quite collected, waited for Ripton to do the same.
Thompson, without any notion of what he was doing, drew the book from Ripton's hold; whereupon the two seniors laid their grey heads together over the title-page. It set forth in attractive characters beside a coloured frontispiece, which embodied the promise displayed there, the entrancing adventures of Miss Random, a strange young lady.
Sir Austin signified his opinion that a boy should obey his parent, by giving orders to Benson for Ripton's box to be packed and ready before noon; and Ripton's alacrity in taking the baronet's view of filial duty was as little feigned as his offer to Richard to throw filial duty to the winds.
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