He saw with an anticipatory satisfaction the glasses flying off the supercilious gentleman's nose, and felt the jar at the end of his boot as it dashed into the coat-tails.

The action would have been too noticeable, however, and he only said, 'What a very _bourgeois_ thing to do!' Mallinson's air of complacency vanished as he heard the offensive term levelled against himself.

He did not, however, on that account change his attitude towards Mrs.Willoughby.Fielding found him at the house a few days later, and proceeded to sit him out.

The contest drove Fielding to the last pitch of exasperation, for, apart from the inherent humiliation of the proceeding, Mrs.Willoughby was directly encouraging Mallinson to stay.
Mallinson at last was suffered to leave, and Mrs.Willoughby, instead of resuming her seat, walked across to the window and scrutinised intently the passers-by.
'That creature visits you pretty often, it appears,' said Fielding.
'Does he ?' she asked.

'He comes to me for the sake of consolation, I suppose.' 'And makes love to you for the sake of contrast.