can come down to common justice, maybe
then I will talk to you,--not till."

Now, good honest anger is one of the sinews of the soul; and he that
wants it when there is occasion has but a maimed mind. The hot words,
the passionate atmosphere, the rebellion of Aspatria, the decision of
Brune, had the same effect upon Will's senseless anger as a
thunder-storm has upon the hot, heavy, summer air. Will raged his bad
temper away, and was cool and clear-minded after it.

At the same hour the same kind of mental thunder-storm was prevailing
over all common-sense at Redware Hall. Ulfar, after a long and vain
watch for another opportunity to speak to Aspatria, returned there in
a temper compounded of anger, jealousy, disappointment, and
unsatisfied affection. He heard Lady Redware's story of his own danger
and of Brune's consideration with scornful indifference. Brune's
consideration he laughed at. He knew very well, he answered, that
Brune Anneys hated him, and would take the greatest delight in such a
hubbub as he pretended was in project.

"But he came to please Aspatria," continued Lady Redware. "He said he
came only to please Aspatria."

"So Aspatria wishes me to leave Allerdale? I will not go."

"Sarah, he will not go," cried Lady Redware, as her friend entered
the room. "He says he will not go."

"That is because you have appealed to Ulfar's feelings instead of to
his judgment. When Ulfar considers how savagely primitive these
dalesmen are in their passions, he will understand that discretion is
the nobler part of valour. In Russia he thought it a very prudent
thing to get out of the way when a pack of wolves were in the
neighbourhood."

"The law will protect me in this house. Human beings have to mind the
law."

"There are times when human beings are a law unto themselves. How
would you like to see a crowd of angry men shouting around this house
for you? Think of your sister,--and of me, if I am worth so much
consideration."

"I am not to be frightened, Sarah."

"Will you consider, then, that as far as Keswick and Kendal on one
side, and as far as Dalton and Whitehaven on the other side, every
local newspaper will have, or will make, its own version of the
affair? The Earl of Lonsdale, with a large party, is now at
Whitehaven Castle. What a _sauce piquante_ it will be to his dinners!
How the men will howl over it, and how the women will snicker and
smile!"

"Sarah! you can think of the hatefullest things