“James,” said Mrs Roper to her son, who was now in the room, “I think you’d better stay with Mr Lupex while we are at dinner.  Come, Miss Spruce, I’m very sorry that you should be annoyed by this kind of thing.”

“It don’t hurt me,” said Miss Spruce, preparing to leave the room.  “I’m only an old woman.”

“Annoyed!” said Lupex, raising himself again from his chair, not perhaps altogether disposed to remain upstairs while the dinner, for which it was intended that he should some day pay, was being eaten below.  “Annoyed!  It is a profound sorrow to me that any lady should be annoyed by my misfortunes.  As regards Miss Spruce, I look upon her character with profound veneration.”

“You needn’t mind me; I’m only an old woman,” said Miss Spruce.

“But, by heavens, I do mind!” exclaimed Lupex; and hurrying forward he seized Miss Spruce by the hand.  “I shall always regard age as entitled—­” But the special privileges which Mr Lupex would have accorded to age were never made known to the inhabitants of Mrs Roper’s boarding-house, for the door of the room was again opened at this moment, and Mr Cradell entered.

“Here you are, old fellow, to answer for yourself,” said Eames.

Cradell, who had heard something as he came in at the front door, but had not heard that Lupex was in the drawing-room, made a slight start backwards when he saw that gentleman’s face.  “Upon my word and honour,” he began;—­but he was able to carry his speech no further.  Lupex, dropping the hand of the elderly lady whom he reverenced, was upon him in an instant, and Cradell was shaking beneath his grasp like an aspen leaf,—­or rather not like an aspen leaf, unless an aspen leaf when shaken is to be seen with its eyes shut, its mouth open, and its tongue hanging out.

“Come, I say,” said Eames, stepping forward to his friend’s assistance; “this won’t do at all, Mr Lupex.  You’ve been drinking.  You’d better wait till to-morrow morning, and speak to Cradell then.”

“To-morrow morning, viper,” shouted Lupex, still holding his prey, but looking back at Eames over his shoulder.  Who the viper was had not been clearly indicated.  “When will he restore to me my wife?  When will he restore to me my honour?”

“Upon-on-on-on my—­” It was for the moment in vain that poor Mr Cradell endeavoured to asseverate his innocence, and to stake his honour upon his own purity as regarded Mrs Lupex.  Lupex still held to his enemy’s cravat, though Eames had now got him by the arm, and so far impeded his movements as to hinder him from proceeding to any graver attack.

“Jemima, Jemima, Jemima!” shouted Mrs Roper.  “Run for the police; run for the police!” But Amelia, who had more presence of mind than her mother, stopped Jemima as she was making to one of the front windows.  “Keep where you are,” said Amelia.  “They’ll come quiet in a minute or two.”  And Amelia no doubt was right.  Calling for the police when there is a row in the house is like summoning the water-engines when the soot is on fire in the kitchen chimney.  In such cases good management will allow the soot to burn itself out, without aid from the water-engines.  In the present instance the police were not called in, and I am inclined to think that their presence would not have been advantageous to any of the party.