'You needn't smile, sir,' said I, still tightening my grasp, and looking steadfastly on him till he almost quailed before me.

'You may think it all very fine, Mr.Huntingdon, to amuse yourself with rousing my jealousy; but take care you don't rouse my hate instead.

And when you have once extinguished my love, you will find it no easy matter to kindle it again.' 'Well, Helen, I won't repeat the offence.

But I meant nothing by it, I assure you.

I had taken too much wine, and I was scarcely myself at the time.' 'You often take too much; and that is another practice I detest.' He looked up astonished at my warmth.