most as much
as she was repelled and alarmed by it.

'I am not complaining,' he returned, 'I am only stating the case. I had
to wrestle with my self-respect when I submitted to be drawn to you in
spite of Mr Wrayburn. You may imagine how low my self-respect lies now.'

She was hurt and angry; but repressed herself in consideration of his
suffering, and of his being her brother's friend.

'And it lies under his feet,' said Bradley, unfolding his hands in spite
of himself, and fiercely motioning with them both towards the stones of
the pavement. 'Remember that! It lies under that fellow's feet, and he
treads upon it and exults above it.'

'He does not!' said Lizzie.

'He does!' said Bradley. 'I have stood before him face to face, and he
crushed me down in the dirt of his contempt, and walked over me. Why?
Because he knew with triumph what was in store for me to-night.'

'O, Mr Headstone, you talk quite wildly.'

'Quite collectedly. I know what I say too well. Now I have said all. I
have used no threat, remember; I have done no more than show you how the
case stands;--how the case stands, so far.'

At this moment her brother sauntered into view close by. She darted to
him, and caught him by the hand. Bradley followed, and laid his heavy
hand on the boy's opposite shoulder.

'Charley Hexam, I am going home. I must walk home by myself to-night,
and get shut up in my room without being spoken to. Give me half an
hour's start, and let me be, till you find me at my work in the morning.
I shall be at my work in the morning just as usual.'

Clasping his hands, he uttered a short unearthly broken cry, and went
his way. The brother and sister were left looking at one another near
a lamp in the solitary churchyard, and the boy's face clouded and
darkened, as he said in a rough tone: 'What is the meaning of this? What
have you done to my best friend? Out with the truth!'

'Charley!' said his sister. 'Speak a little more considerately!'

'I am not in the humour for consideration, or for nonsense of any sort,'
replied the boy. 'What have you been doing? Why has Mr Headstone gone
from us in that way?'

'He asked me--you know he asked me--to be his wife, Charley.'

'Well?' said the boy, impatiently.

'And I was obliged to tell him that I could not be his wife.'

'You were obliged to tell him,' repeated the boy angrily, between his
teeth, and rudely pushing her away. 'You were obliged to tell him! Do
you know that he is