“It does not matter what I said, but what you said. No, Arthur, you may put up with whatever you like; but I won’t put up with it,” she said, in all the unreasonableness of passion. “You might think it didn’t matter what I say; but I think it does matter what you say. No, I am not going back. You may talk till you’re sick--it won’t make any difference to me.” “Nancy! don’t be such a fool,” said Sarah Jane. “Why, only think how people will talk. Not six months married, and coming back home! And after all the fuss that was made about your marrying, and the grand catch we fancied it was. When you come to think of it you can’t be such a fool.” “Nancy--Nancy, my dear, you’re unreasonable! indeed you’re unreasonable--when Arthur says he did not mean it.” “Nancy!” cried the young man, “why do you torment me like this--what have I done to you? You make my life a constant contention. We never have a quiet moment. Have I failed in love to you--have I not thought of you in everything? You will drive me mad, I think. Have I ever neglected you, or injured you?” “You said you would leave me,” said Nancy, “that’s enough, I told you at the time. Oh! never a man in this world shall say that he has forsaken _me_! I am not one that will be forsaken. Go, Arthur, go where you please. I shall stay here.” “Nancy, Lewis Durant is at the door. He has brought a message of the greatest importance from Oakley.” “Lewis Durant!” she started to her feet with fresh impetuosity, “that was all that was wanted. Do you think I will stay behind to see Lewis Durant--to let him spy and tell my Lady. No, mamma, no! That’s decided me. Good night to you all. You may do what you please--but here I’ll stay.” And Nancy darted out of the midst of them, quick as thought, while they all stood stupefied, and rushed out of the room and upstairs, where, as they listened they heard her quick steps overhead thrilling through the little house, and the quick closing and locking of the door. The shock affected the three in different ways. Sarah Jane began to cry. Mrs. Bates, trembling, went up to Arthur and caught him by the arm. This strange, terrible incident changed him from her son-in-law, with whom she was familiar, into her daughter’s judge, before whom she trembled. “Oh, Mr. Curtis, Mr. Curtis!” she said. “The girl’s wild and out of her senses. Don’t think too badly of her. It’s like a madness. Oh, forgive her!” The mother was in too deadly earnest to be able for tears. “What am I to do?” said Arthur, overcome, with a gasp as if for breath. “Oh, my dear, my dear! Leave her; she is out of her senses, she is out of her senses, she is out of her mind! Leave her to me, and I’ll bring her to you to-morrow to beg your pardon. I will, Arthur, if anything in this world can do it,” Mrs. Bates said, clasping her hands.