He was afraid to say more, though he would have liked to put his wife upon her guard; but he trusted to her natural shrewdness.

He mounted his horse and went straight home, but he was late for dinner, and that vexed him a little, for it was a matter Colonel Clifford was particular about.

He dashed up to his bedroom and began to dress all in a hurry.
John Baker came to him wearing a very extraordinary look, and after some hesitation said, "I would not change my clothes if I were you, Mr.Walter." "Oh," said Walter, "I am too late, you know; in for a penny, in for a pound." "But, sir," said old John, "the Colonel wants to speak to you in the drawing-room." Now Walter was excited with the events of the day, irritated by the affront his father had put upon him and Mary, strung up by hard riding, etc.

He burst out, "Well, I shall not go to him; I have had enough of this--badgered and bullied, and my sweetheart affronted--and now I suppose I am to be lectured again; you say I am not well, and bring my dinner up here." "No, Mr.Walter," said the old man, gravely, "I must not do that.

Sir, don't you think as you are to be scolded, or the angel you love affronted; all that is over forever.