CHAPTER XVI.
REMINISCENCES .-- THE FALSE ACCUSER .-- THE SECRET EXPLODED.
The secret hung on a thread.

Hope, after denouncing Bartley, as we have described, was rushing across to Mary, and what he would have said or done in the first impulse of his wrath, who can tell?
But the quick-witted Bartley took the alarm, and literally collared him.
"My good friend," said he, "you don't know the provocation.

It is the affront to her that has made me forget myself.

Affronts to myself from the same quarter I have borne with patience.

But now this insolent man has forbidden his son to court her, and that to her face; as if we wanted his son or him.