‘Well, that is as it may be,’ he said, with a sulky deliberation, scraping about a little bit of paper that lay on the floor with the toe of his boot.

’It is as it may be, and that is as I say, sir; and considering how you have treated me—­your mean, treacherous, and infamous suit, and your cruel treason to your poor wife, I am amazed at your effrontery.’

I turned to leave him, being, in truth, in one of my passions.

‘Don’t ye be a flying’ out,’ he said peremptorily, and catching me roughly by the wrist,’ I baint a-going to vex ye.  What a mouth you be, as can’t see your way!  Can’t ye speak wi’ common sense, like a woman—­dang it—­for once, and not keep brawling like a brat—­can’t ye see what I’m saying?  I’ll take ye out o’ all this, and put ye wi’ your cousin, or wheresoever you list, if ye’ll gi’e me what I say.’

He was, for the first time, looking me in the face, but with contracted eyes, and a countenance very much agitated.

‘Money?’ said I, with a prompt disdain.

‘Ay, money—­twenty thousand pounds—­there.  On or off?’ he replied, with an unpleasant sort of effort.

‘You ask my promise for twenty thousand pounds, and you shan’t have it.’

My cheeks were flaming, and I stamped on the ground as I spoke.

If he had known how to appeal to my better feelings, I am sure I should have done, perhaps not quite that, all at once at least, but something handsome, to assist him.  But this application was so shabby and insolent!  What could he take me for?  That I should suppose his placing me with Cousin Monica constituted her my guardian?  Why, he must fancy me the merest baby.  There was a kind of stupid cunning in this that disgusted my good-nature and outraged my self-importance.

‘You won’t gi’e me that, then?’ he said, looking down again, with a frown, and working his mouth and cheeks about as I could fancy a man rolling a piece of tobacco in his jaw.

‘Certainly not, sir,’ I replied.

‘Take it, then,’ he replied, still looking down, very black and discontented.

I joined Mary Quince, extremely angry.  As I passed under the carved oak arch of the vestibule, I saw his figure in the deepening twilight.  The picture remains in its murky halo fixed in memory.  Standing where he last spoke in the centre of the hall, not looking after me, but downward, and, as well as I could see, with the countenance of a man who has lost a game, and a ruinous wager too—­that is black and desperate.  I did not utter a syllable on the way up.  When I reached my room, I began to reconsider the interview more at my leisure.  I was, such were my ruminations, to have agreed at once to his preposterous offer, and to have been driven, while he smirked and grimaced behind my back at his acquaintances, through Feltram in his dog-cart to Elverston; and then, to the just indignation of my uncle, to have been delivered up to Lady Knolly’s guardianship, and to have handed my driver, as I alighted, the handsome fare of 20.000_l_.  It required the impudence of Tony Lumpkin, without either his fun or his shrewdness, to have conceived such a prodigious practical joke.