‘Yes!’ said she, with recovered dignity.  ’I do feel offended; and, I think, justly.  You seem to fancy that my conduct of yesterday’—­again the deep carnation blush, but this time with eyes kindling with indignation rather than shame—­’was a personal act between you and me; and that you may come and thank me for it, instead of perceiving, as a gentleman would—­yes! a gentleman,’ she repeated, in allusion to their former conversation about that word, ’that any woman, worthy of the name of woman, would come forward to shield, with her reverenced helplessness, a man in danger from the violence of numbers.’

’And the gentleman thus rescued is forbidden the relief of thanks!’ he broke in contemptuously.  ’I am a man.  I claim the right of expressing my feelings.’

’And I yielded to the right; simply saying that you gave me pain by insisting upon it,’ she replied, proudly.  ’But you seem to have imagined, that I was not merely guided by womanly instinct, but’—­and here the passionate tears (kept down for long—­struggled with vehemently) came up into her eyes, and choked her voice—­’but that I was prompted by some particular feeling for you—­you!  Why, there was not a man—­not a poor desperate man in all that crowd—­for whom I had not more sympathy—­for whom I should not have done what little I could more heartily.’

’You may speak on, Miss Hale.  I am aware of all these misplaced sympathies of yours.  I now believe that it was only your innate sense of oppression—­(yes; I, though a master, may be oppressed)—­that made you act so nobly as you did.  I know you despise me; allow me to say, it is because you do not understand me.’

‘I do not care to understand,’ she replied, taking hold of the table to steady herself; for she thought him cruel—­as, indeed, he was—­and she was weak with her indignation.

‘No, I see you do not.  You are unfair and unjust.’

Margaret compressed her lips.  She would not speak in answer to such accusations.  But, for all that—­for all his savage words, he could have thrown himself at her feet, and kissed the hem of her wounded pride fell hot and fast.  He waited awhile, longing for garment.  She did not speak; she did not move.  The tears of her to say something, even a taunt, to which he might reply.  But she was silent.  He took up his hat.

’One word more.  You look as if you thought it tainted you to be loved by me.  You cannot avoid it.  Nay, I, if I would, cannot cleanse you from it.  But I would not, if I could.  I have never loved any woman before:  my life has been too busy, my thoughts too much absorbed with other things.  Now I love, and will love.  But do not be afraid of too much expression on my part.’

‘I am not afraid,’ she replied, lifting herself straight up.  ’No one yet has ever dared to be impertinent to me, and no one ever shall.  But, Mr. Thornton, you have been very kind to my father,’ said she, changing her whole tone and bearing to a most womanly softness.  ’Don’t let us go on making each other angry.  Pray don’t!’ He took no notice of her words:  he occupied himself in smoothing the nap of his hat with his coat-sleeve, for half a minute or so; and then, rejecting her offered hand, and making as if he did not see her grave look of regret, he turned abruptly away, and left the room.  Margaret caught one glance at his face before he went.