to drink it in peace and quietness."

"Very well, sir; I will not disturb you much longer. Perhaps you will
make my apologies to Mrs. Tappitt, and tell her how much obliged I am
by her hospitality, but that I will not trespass upon it any longer.
I'll get a bed at the Dragon, and I'll write a line to my mother or
sister." Then Luke left the room, took his hat up from the hall, and
made his way out of the house.

He had much to occupy his mind at the present moment. He felt that he
was being turned out of Mr. Tappitt's house, but would not much have
regarded that if no one was concerned in it but Mr. Tappitt himself.
He had, however, been on very intimate terms with all the ladies of
the family; even for Mrs. Tappitt he had felt a friendship; and for
the girls--especially for Cherry--he had learned to entertain an easy
brotherly affection, which had not weighed much with him as it grew,
but which it was not in his nature to throw off without annoyance. He
had acknowledged to himself, as soon as he found himself among them,
that the Tappitts did not possess, in their ways and habits of life,
quite all that he should desire in his dearest and most intimate
friends. I do not know that he had thought much of this; but he had
felt it. Nevertheless he had determined that he would like them. He
intended to make his way in life as a tradesman, and boldly resolved
that he would not be above his trade. His mother sometimes reminded
him, with perhaps not the truest pride, that he was a gentleman.
In answer to this he had once or twice begged her to define the
word, and then there had been some slight, very slight, disagreement
between them. In the end the mother always gave way to the son; as
to whom she believed that the sun shone with more special brilliancy
for him than for any other of God's creatures. Now, as he left the
brewery house, he remembered how intimate he had been with them all
but a few hours since, arranging matters for their ball, and giving
orders about the place as though he had belonged to the family. He
had allowed himself to be at home with them, and to be one of them.
He was by nature impulsive, and had thus fallen instantly into the
intimacy which had been permitted to him. Now he was turned out of
the house; and as he walked across the churchyard to bespeak a bed
for himself at the inn, and write the necessary note to his sister,
he was melancholy and almost unhappy. He felt sure that he was right
in his