'Who are you?
And what do you mean ?' 'Not to sit by and see murder done,' Sir George answered firmly.
'To-morrow you will thank me.' 'For the present I'll thank you to release my hand,' the other retorted in a freezing tone.

Nevertheless, Sir George thought that the delay had sobered him, and complied.

'Much obliged to you,' Dunborough continued.
'Now perhaps you will walk into the next room, where there is a light, and we can be free from that scum.' Mr.Thomasson had already set the example of a prudent retreat thither; and Lord Almeric, with a feeble, 'Lord, this is very surprising! But I think that the gentleman is right, Dunny,' was hovering in the doorway.
Sir George signed to Mr.Dunborough to go first, but he would not, and Soane, shrugging his shoulders, preceded him.
The room into which they all crowded was no more than a closet, containing a dusty bureau propped on three legs, a few books, and Mr.
Thomasson's robes, boots, and wig-stand.

It was so small that when they were all in it, they stood perforce close together, and had the air of persons sheltering from a storm.

This nearness, the glare of the lamp on their faces, and the mean surroundings gave a kind of added force to Mr.
Dunborough's rage.