He felt thoroughly ashamed of being there as it were in the train of Miss Trefoil.

He was almost disposed to get up and declare that the girl was engaged to marry him.

He thought that he could put an end to the engagement without breaking his heart;--but if the engagement was an engagement he could not submit to treatment such as this, either from her or from others.

He would see her for the last time in the country at the ball on the following evening,--as of course he would not be near her during the hunting,--and then he would make her understand that she must be altogether his or altogether cease to be his.

And so resolving he went to bed, refusing to join the gentlemen in the smoking-room.
"Oh, mamma," Arabella said to her mother that evening, "I do so wish I could break my arm to-morrow." "Break your arm, my dear!" "Or my leg would be better.