"Confound her--no--she shall not trick me. And then amid this affectation of vulgar stolidity, there break out such sparkles of exultation, when she thinks she has succeeded in baffling her brother, and in plaguing me, that, by my faith, Hal, I could not tell, were it at my option, whether to kiss or to cuff her." "You are determined to go on with this strange affair, then?" said Jekyl. "On--on--on, my boy!--Clara and Nettlewood for ever!" answered the Earl. "Besides this brother of hers provokes me too--he does not do for me half what he might--what he ought to do. He stands on points of honour, forsooth, this broken-down horse-jockey, who swallowed my two thousand pounds as a pointer would a pat of butter.--I can see he wishes to play fast and loose--has some suspicions, like you, Hal, upon the strength of my right to my father's titles and estate; as if, with the tithe of the Nettlewood property alone, I would not be too good a match for one of his beggarly family. He must scheme, forsooth, this half-baked Scotch cake!--He must hold off and on, and be cautious, and wait the result, and try conclusions with me, this lump of oatmeal dough!--I am much tempted to make an example of him in the course of my proceedings." "Why, this is vengeance horrible and dire," said Jekyl; "yet I give up the brother to you; he is a conceited coxcomb, and deserves a lesson. But I would fain intercede for the sister." "We shall see"--replied the Earl; and then suddenly, "I tell you what it is, Hal; her caprices are so diverting, that I sometimes think out of mere contradiction, I almost love her; at least, if she would but clear old scores, and forget one unlucky prank of mine, it should be her own fault if I did not make her a happy woman." FOOTNOTE: [II-8] "Rob as a footpad." CHAPTER XIII. A DEATH-BED. It comes--it wrings me in my parting hour, The long-hid crime--the well-disguised guilt. Bring me some holy priest to lay the spectre! _Old Play._ The general expectation of the company had been disappointed by the pacific termination of the meeting betwixt the Earl of Etherington and Tyrrel, the anticipation of which had created so deep a sensation. It had been expected that some appalling scene would have taken place; instead of which, each party seemed to acquiesce in a sullen neutrality, and leave the war to be carried on by their lawyers. It was generally understood that the cause was removed out of the courts of Bellona into that of Themis; and although the litigants continued to inhabit the same neighbourhood, and once or twice met at the public walks or public table, they took no notice of each other, farther than by exchanging on such occasions, a grave and distant bow.