"I--I will return this paper to Mr.Washington." Mountain was scared at his face, at the idea of what she had done, and what might ensue.

When his mother, with alarm in her countenance, asked him at dinner what ailed him that he looked so pale?
"Do you suppose, madam," says he, filling himself a great bumper of wine, "that to leave such a tender mother as you does not cause me cruel grief ?" The good lady could not understand his words, his strange, fierce looks, and stranger laughter.

He bantered all at the table; called to the servants and laughed at them, and drank more and more.

Each time the door was opened, he turned towards it; and so did Mountain, with a guilty notion that Mr.Washington would step in..