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He took it and held the flame to Hattersley’s hands, till, roaring like a wild beast, the latter unclasped them and let him go. He vanished, I suppose to his own apartment, for nothing more was seen of him till the morning. Swearing and cursing like a maniac, Hattersley threw himself on to the ottoman beside the window.
‘And, finally, should you wish your wife to be ready to sink into the earth when she hears you mentioned; and to loathe the very sound of your voice, and shudder at your approach?’ ‘She never will; she likes me all the same, whatever I do.’ ‘Impossible, Mr. Hattersley! you mistake her quiet submission for affection.’ ‘Fire and fury—’ ‘Now don’t burst into a tempest at that.
‘So, I suppose we’ve seen the last of our merry carousals in this house,’ said Mr. Hattersley; ‘I thought his good-fellowship wouldn’t last long. But,’ added he, laughing, ‘I didn’t expect it would meet its end this way. I rather thought our pretty hostess would be setting up her porcupine quills, and threatening to turn us out of the house if we didn’t mind our manners.’
‘Dare you suspect me, Mr. Hattersley?’ said I, almost beside myself with fury. ‘Nay, nay, I suspect nobody. It’s all right, it’s all right. So come along, Huntingdon, you blackguard.’
Huntingdon.’ Did I, or did I not?’ ‘No,’ muttered he, turning away. ‘Speak up, sir; they can’t hear you. Did I grant your request? ‘You did not.’ ‘No, I’ll be sworn she didn’t,’ said Hattersley, ‘or he’d never look so black.’ ‘I’m willing to grant you the satisfaction of a gentleman, Huntingdon,’ said Mr. Hargrave, calmly addressing his host, but with a bitter sneer upon his countenance.
Hattersley laughed, and clapped him on the shoulder. Moving from under his hand with a gesture of insulted dignity, Mr. Hargrave took himself away to the other end of the rug. ‘Isn’t it a shame, Mrs.
‘Tell me now!’ said he, with another shake and a squeeze that made her draw in her breath and bite her lip to suppress a cry of pain. ‘I’ll tell you, Mr. Hattersley,’ said I. ‘She was crying from pure shame and humiliation for you; because she could not bear to see you conduct yourself so disgracefully.’
‘I hope so, indeed, Mr. Hattersley.’ ‘Oh, yes! It’s only my way of talking. The event must come some time, and so I look to the bright side of it: that’s the right plan—isn’t it, Mrs. H.? What are you two doing here? By-the-by, where’s Lady Lowborough?’ ‘In the billiard-room.’
To-night I heard Grimsby and Hattersley grumbling together about the inhospitality of their host.
I was in such a good humour that night: Milicent told me I was the life of the party, and whispered she had never seen me so brilliant. Certainly, I talked enough for twenty, and smiled upon them all. Grimsby, Hattersley, Hargrave, Lady Lowborough, all shared my sisterly kindness.
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