"I am not your tutor, but I am the friend of the Comins, and therefore of Eppy." His lordship drew himself up yet more erect in his chair, and a sneer came over his handsome countenance.

But Donal did not wait for him to speak.
"Don't imagine me, my lord," he said, "presuming on the fact that I had the good fortune to carry you home: that I should have done for the stable-boy in similar plight.

But as I interfered for you then, I have to interfere for Eppie now." "Damn your insolence! Do you think because you are going to be a parson, you may make a congregation of me!" "I have not the slightest intention of being a parson," returned Donal quietly, "but I do hope to be an honest man, and your lordship is in great danger of ceasing to be one!" "Get out of my room," cried Forgue.
Donal took a seat opposite him.
"If you do not, I will!" said the young lord, and rose.
But ere he reached the door, Donal was standing with his back against it.

He locked it, and took out the key.

The youth glared at him, unable to speak for fury, then turned, caught up a chair, and rushed at him.