I knew that it behooved me to ruffle it with him, and let him know by out-staring him that at a word I was ready to pull his nose. But I was a boy in strange company, and utterly cast down by the loss of my guinea; he a Court bully in sword and lace, bred to carry it in such and worse places. Though he seemed to be no more than thirty, he had a long and hard face under his periwig, and eyes both tired and melancholy; and he spoke with a drawl and a curling lip, and by the mere way he looked at me showed that he thought me no better than dirt. To make a long story short, I had not looked at him a moment before my eyes fell. "Oh, this gentleman?" he said again, in a tone of cutting contempt. "Well, I hope that he has more guineas than one--or your ladyship will soon trudge it, skin to mud. As it is, I fear that I detain you. Kindly carry my compliments to Farmer Grudgen. And the pigs!" And smiling--not laughing, for a laugh seemed alien from his face--at a jest which was too near the truth not to mortify us exceedingly, my lord--for a lord I thought he was--turned away with an ironical bow; leaving us to get out of the room with what dignity we might, and such temper as remained to us. For myself I was in such a rage, both at the loss of my guinea and at being so flouted, that I could scarcely govern myself; yet in my awe of Dorinda I said nothing, expecting and fearing an outbreak on her part, the consequences of which it was not easy to foretell. I was proportionately pleased therefore, when she made no more ado at the time, but pushing her way through the crowd in the street, turned homeward and took the road without a word. This was so unlike her that I was at a loss to understand it, and was fain to conclude--from the fact that she two or three times paused to listen and look back--that she feared pursuit. The thought, bringing to my mind the risk of being detected and dismissed, which I ran--a risk that came home to me now that the pleasure was over, and I had only in prospect my squalid bed-room and the morrow's tasks--filled me with uneasiness. But I might have spared myself, for when she spoke I found that her thoughts were on other things. "Dick," she said, suddenly--and halted abruptly in the road, "you must lend me a guinea." "A guinea?" I cried, aghast, and speaking, it may be, with a little displeasure. "Why, have you not just----" "What?" she said. "Lost my only one." She laughed with a recklessness that confounded me. "Well, you have got to find another one," she said. "And one to that!" "Another guinea?" I gasped. "Yes, another guinea, and another guinea!" she answered, mimicking my tone of consternation. "One for my shoes and stockings--oh, I wish he were dead!" And she stamped her foot passionately. "And one----" "Yes?" I said, with a poor attempt at irony. "And one----?" "For me to stake next Friday, when the Duke passes this way on his road home." "He does not!"