James Halliday didn't mince matters; he gave Mr.Kingdon a bit of his mind, in his own rough outspoken way, and told him it would be the worse for him if he ever crossed the threshold of Newhall gate again.

'If you meant well by that foolish girl, you wouldn't come sneaking here behind my back,' he said; 'but you don't mean well by her, and you've a Spanish wife hidden away somewhere in the Peninsula.' Mr.Kingdon gave the lie to this; but he said he shouldn't stoop to justify himself to an unmannerly yeoman.

'If you were a gentleman,' he said, 'you should pay dearly for your insolence.' 'I'm ready to pay any price you like,' answered James Halliday, as bold as brass; 'but as you weren't over fond of fighting abroad, where there was plenty to be got for it, I don't suppose you want to fight at home, where there's nothing to be got for it.'" "And did Susan Meynell hear this ?" I asked.

I could fancy this ill-fated girl standing by and looking on aghast while hard things were said to the man she loved, while the silver veil of sweet romance was plucked so roughly from the countenance of her idol by an angry rustic's rude hand.
"Well, I don't quite know whether she heard all," answered Mr.Mercer, thoughtfully.

"Of course, James Halliday told his wife all about the row afterwards.