tion that he said:
"You've taken too much of that stuff, sir. You don't know what you're
saying. If you did, I should leave your house at once, never to return."
"You think so, do you?" said Mr. Wilkins, trying to stand up, and look
dignified and sober. "I say, sir, that if you ever venture again to talk
and look as you have done to-night, why, sir, I will ring the bell and
have you shown the door by my servants. So now you're warned, my fine
fellow!" He sat down, laughing a foolish tipsy laugh of triumph. In
another minute his arm was held firmly but gently by Ralph.
"Listen, Mr. Wilkins," he said, in a low hoarse voice. "You shall never
have to say to me twice what you have said to-night. Henceforward we are
as strangers to each other. As to Ellinor"--his tones softened a little,
and he sighed in spite of himself--"I do not think we should have been
happy. I believe our engagement was formed when we were too young to
know our own minds, but I would have done my duty and kept to my word;
but you, sir, have yourself severed the connection between us by your
insolence to-night. I, to be turned out of your house by your
servants!--I, a Corbet of Westley, who would not submit to such threats
from a peer of the realm, let him be ever so drunk!" He was out of the
room, almost out of the house, before he had spoken the last words.
Mr. Wilkins sat still, first fiercely angry, then astonished, and lastly
dismayed into sobriety. "Corbet, Corbet! Ralph!" he called in vain;
then he got up and went to the door, opened it, looked into the fully-
lighted hall; all was so quiet there that he could hear the quiet voices
of the women in the drawing-room talking together. He thought for a
moment, went to the hat-stand, and missed Ralph's low-crowned straw hat.
Then he sat down once more in the dining-room, and endeavoured to make
out exactly what had passed; but he could not believe that Mr. Corbet had
come to any enduring or final resolution to break off his engagement, and
he had almost reasoned himself back into his former state of indignation
at impertinence and injury, when Ellinor came in, pale, hurried, and
anxious.
"Papa! what does this mean?" said she, putting an open note into his
hand. He took up his glasses, but his hand shook so that he could hardly
read. The note was from the Parsonage, to Ellinor; only three lines sent
by Mr. Ness's servant, who had come to fetch Mr. Corbet's things. He had
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