Happily, however, that was not the only door, and I effected my escape by the side entrance through the butler's pantry, to the infinite amazement of Benson, who was cleaning the plate.' Mr.Hargrave laughed, and so did his cousin; but his sister and I remained silent and grave.
'Pardon my levity, Mrs.Huntingdon,' murmured he, more seriously, as he raised his eyes to my face.

'You are not used to these things: you suffer them to affect your delicate mind too sensibly.

But I thought of you in the midst of those lawless roysterers; and I endeavoured to persuade Mr.Huntingdon to think of you too; but to no purpose: I fear he is fully determined to enjoy himself this night; and it will be no use keeping the coffee waiting for him or his companions; it will be much if they join us at tea.

Meantime, I earnestly wish I could banish the thoughts of them from your mind--and my own too, for I hate to think of them--yes--even of my dear friend Huntingdon, when I consider the power he possesses over the happiness of one so immeasurably superior to himself, and the use he makes of it--I positively detest the man!' 'You had better not say so to me, then,' said I; 'for, bad as he is, he is part of myself, and you cannot abuse him without offending me.' 'Pardon me, then, for I would sooner die than offend you.

But let us say no more of him for the present, if you please.' At last they came; but not till after ten, when tea, which had been delayed for more than half an hour, was nearly over.