He was startled beyond his power of self-control by the instantaneous change in Mr. Wilkins which his question produced.  Both started up; Mr. Wilkins white, shaking, and trying to say something, but unable to form a sensible sentence.

“Good God! sir, what is the matter?” said Ralph, alarmed at these signs of physical suffering.

Mr. Wilkins sat down, and repelled his nearer approach without speaking.

“It is nothing, only this headache which shoots through me at times.  Don’t look at me, sir, in that way.  It is very unpleasant to find another man’s eyes perpetually fixed upon you.”

“I beg your pardon,” said Ralph, coldly; his short-lived sympathy, thus repulsed, giving way to his curiosity.  But he waited for a minute or two without daring to renew the conversation at the point where they had stopped:  whether interrupted by bodily or mental discomfort on the part of his companion he was not quite sure.  While he hesitated how to begin again on the subject, Mr. Wilkins pulled the bottle of brandy to himself and filled his glass again, tossing off the spirit as if it had been water.  Then he tried to look Mr. Corbet full in the face, with a stare as pertinacious as he could make it, but very different from the keen observant gaze which was trying to read him through.

“What were we talking about?” said Ralph, at length, with the most natural air in the world, just as if he had really been forgetful of some half-discussed subject of interest.

“Of what you’d a d—–­d deal better hold your tongue about,” growled out Mr. Wilkins, in a surly thick voice.

“Sir!” said Ralph, starting to his feet with real passion at being so addressed by “Wilkins the attorney.”

“Yes,” continued the latter, “I’ll manage my own affairs, and allow of no meddling and no questioning.  I said so once before, and I was not minded and bad came of it; and now I say it again.  And if you’re to come here and put impertinent questions, and stare at me as you’ve been doing this half-hour past, why, the sooner you leave this house the better!”

Ralph half turned to take him at his word, and go at once; but then he “gave Ellinor another chance,” as he worded it in his thoughts; but it was in no spirit of conciliation that he said: 

“You’ve taken too much of that stuff, sir.  You don’t know what you’re saying.  If you did, I should leave your house at once, never to return.”

“You think so, do you?” said Mr. Wilkins, trying to stand up, and look dignified and sober.  “I say, sir, that if you ever venture again to talk and look as you have done to-night, why, sir, I will ring the bell and have you shown the door by my servants.  So now you’re warned, my fine fellow!” He sat down, laughing a foolish tipsy laugh of triumph.  In another minute his arm was held firmly but gently by Ralph.