'Not jilt!' she said, shivering.

'That you won't have me?' She nodded.

'After--after saying you would?' he wailed.

'I cannot,' she answered. Then, 'Cannot you understand?' she cried, her

face scarlet. 'I did not know until--until you went to kiss me.' 'But--oh, I say--but you love me?' he protested.

'No, my lord,' she said firmly. 'No. And there, you must do me the

justice to acknowledge that I never said I did.' He dashed his hat on the floor: he was almost weeping. 'Oh, damme!' he

cried, 'a woman should not--should not treat a man like this. It's low.

It's cruel! It's--' A knock on the door stopped him. Recollection of the listeners, whom he

had momentarily forgotten, revived, and overwhelmed him. With an oath he

sprang to shut the door, but before he could intervene Mr. Pomeroy

appeared smiling on the threshold; and behind him the reluctant tutor.

Lord Almeric swore, and Julia, affronted by the presence of strangers at

such a time, drew back, frowning. But Bully Pomeroy would see nothing.

'A thousand pardons if I intrude,' he said, bowing this way and that,

that he might hide a lurking grin. 'But his lordship was good enough to

say a while ago, that he would present us to the lady who had consented

to make him happy. We little thought last night, ma'am, that so much

beauty and so much goodness were reserved for one of us.' Lord Almeric looked ready to cry. Julia, darkly red, was certain that

they had overheard; she stood glaring at the intruders, her foot tapping

the floor. No one answered, and Mr. Pomeroy, after looking from one to

the other in assumed surprise, pretended to hit on the reason. 'Oh, I

see; I spoil sport!' he cried with coarse joviality. 'Curse me if I

meant to! I fear we have come mal à propos, my lord, and the sooner we

are gone the better.

'And though she found his usage rough,

Yet in a man 'twas well enough!' he hummed, with his head on one side and an impudent leer. 'We are

interrupting the turtledoves, Mr. Thomasson, and had better be gone.' 'Curse you! Why did you ever come?' my lord cried furiously. 'But she

won't have me. So there! Now you know.' Mr. Pomeroy struck an attitude of astonishment.

'Won't have you?' he cried, 'Oh, stap me! you are biting us.' 'I'm not! And you know it!' the poor little blood answered, tears of

vexation in his eyes. 'You know it, and you are roasting me!' 'Know it?' Mr. Pomeroy answered in tones of righteous indignation. 'I

know it? So far from knowing it, my dear lord, I cannot believe it! I

understood that the lady had given you her word.' 'So she did.' 'Then I cannot believe that a lady would anywhere, much less under my

roof, take it back. Madam, there must be some mistake here,' Mr. Pomeroy

continued warmly. 'It is intolerable that a man of his lordship's rank

should be so treated. I'm forsworn if he has not mistaken you.' 'He does not mistake me now,' she answered, trembling and blushing

painfully. 'What error there was I have explained to him.' 'But, damme--' 'Sir!' she said with awakening spirit, her eyes sparkling. 'What has

happened is between his lordship and myself. Interference on the part of

any one else is an intrusion, and I shall treat it as such. His lordship

understood--' 'Curse me! He does not look as if he understood,' Mr. Pomeroy cried,

allowing his native coarseness to peep through. 'Sink me, ma'am, there

is a limit to prudishness. Fine words butter no parsnips. You plighted

your troth to my guest, and I'll not see him thrown over i' this

fashion. These airs and graces are out of place. I suppose a man has

some rights under his own roof, and when his guest is jilted before his

eyes'--here Mr. Pomeroy frowned like Jove--'it is well you should know,

ma'am, that a woman no more than a man can play fast and loose at

pleasure.' She looked at him with disdain. 'Then the sooner I leave your roof the

better, sir,' she said.




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