more of a Radical than ever.

He found that gentleman in the solitary tea-room, pacing up and down
before the observant landlady and handmaidens of the "Gorgon Arms,"
wiping his brows, gnawing his fingers--his ears looming over his stiff
white shirt-collar as red as fire. Once more the great man seized John
Perkins's hand as the latter came up.

"D---- the aristocrats!" roared the ex-follower of Squaretoes.

"And so say I! but what's the matter, sir?"

"What's the matter?--Why, that woman--that infernal, haughty,
straitlaced, cold-blooded brewer's daughter! I loved that woman, sir--I
KISSED that woman, sir, twenty years ago: we were all but engaged, sir:
we've walked for hours and hours, sir--us and the governess--I've got
a lock of her hair, sir, among my papers now; and to-night, would you
believe it?--as soon as she got to the bottom of the set, away she
went--not one word would she speak to me all the way down: and when I
wanted to lead her to her place, and asked her if she would have a glass
of negus, 'Sir,' says she, 'I have done my duty; I bear no malice: but
I consider you a traitor to Sir George Gorgon's family--a traitor and
an upstart! I consider your speaking to me as a piece of insolent
vulgarity, and beg you will leave me to myself!' There's her speech,
sir. Twenty people heard it, and all of her Tory set too. I'll tell you
what, Jack: at the next election I'll put YOU up. Oh that woman! that
woman!--and to think that I love her still!" Here Mr. Scully paused,
and fiercely consoled himself by swallowing three cups of Mrs. Rincer's
green tea.

The fact is, that Lady Gorgon's passion had completely got the better of
her reason. Her Ladyship was naturally cold, and artificially extremely
squeamish; and when this great red-faced enemy of hers looked tenderly
at her through his red little eyes, and squeezed her hand and attempted
to renew old acquaintance, she felt such an intolerable disgust at his
triumph, at his familiarity, and at the remembrance of her own former
liking for him, that she gave utterance to the speech above correctly
reported. The Tories were delighted with her spirit, and Cornet Fitch,
with much glee, told the story to the General; but that officer, who was
at whist with some of his friends, flung down his cards, and coming up
to his lady, said briefly,--

"Madam, you are a fool!"

"I will NOT stay here to be bearded by that disgusting man!--Mr. Fitch,
call my people.--Henrietta, b