who had been witnesses to his humiliation.

CHAPTER XX

AFTER THE STORM

No sooner was the house clear of my cousin than I began to reckon up,
ruefully enough, the probable results of what had passed. Here were a
number of pots broken, and it looked to me as if I should have to pay
for all! Here had been this proud, mad beast goaded and baited both
publicly and privately, till he could neither hear nor see nor reason;
whereupon the gate had been set open, and he had been left free to go
and contrive whatever vengeance he might find possible. I could not help
thinking it was a pity that, whenever I myself was inclined to be upon
my good behaviour, some friends of mine should always determine to play
a piece of heroics and cast me for the hero--or the victim--which is
very much the same. The first duty of heroics is to be of your own
choosing. When they are not that, they are nothing. And I assure you, as
I walked back to my own room, I was in no very complaisant humour:
thought my uncle and Mr. Romaine to have played knuckle-bones with my
life and prospects; cursed them for it roundly; had no wish more urgent
than to avoid the pair of them; and was quite knocked out of time, as
they say in the ring, to find myself confronted with the lawyer.

He stood on my hearthrug, leaning on the chimney-piece, with a gloomy,
thoughtful brow, as I was pleased to see, and not in the least as though
he were vain of the late proceedings.

"Well?" said I. "You have done it now!"

"Is he gone?" he asked.

"He is gone," said I. "We shall have the devil to pay with him when he
comes back."

"You are right," said the lawyer, "and very little to pay him with but
flams and fabrications, like to-night's."

"To-night's?" I repeated.

"Ay, to-night's!" said he.

"To-night's _what_?" I cried.

"To-night's flams and fabrications."

"God be good to me, sir," said I, "have I something more to admire in
your conduct than ever _I_ had suspected? You cannot think how you
interest me! That it was severe, I knew; I had already chuckled over
that. But that it should be false also! In what sense, dear sir?"

I believe I was extremely offensive as I put the question, but the
lawyer paid no heed.

"False in all senses of the word," he replied seriously. "False in the
sense that they were not true, and false in the sense that they were not
real; false in the sense that I boasted, and in the sense that I lied.
How can I arrest him? Yo