My lord threw himself upon a bench under the trees, his head upon his hand, pensive, thinking to calm the agitation of his spirits by the freshness of the morning air. Harry began walking up and down in front of him, casting angry glances at him, but as yet speaking not. Now, within the deserted card-room when the lights had all burned out, and the windows were wide open, sat all by himself Sir Miles Lackington, turning over a pack of cards at one of the empty tables, and thinking over the last night's play, at which he had won some money, and regretted to have been stopped just when he was in luck. There were now only a few gentlemen left, and these were one by one dropping off. Presently, with an effort, Harry Temple stopped in front of his lordship and spoke to him. I declare that up to this time poor Harry had always been the most peaceful of creatures, though strong, and well accustomed to hold bouts with Will, in which he proved almost equal to that stalwart competitor, at wrestling, singlestick, quarterstaff, or boxing. Also, as was proved by the affray of the Saturday evening, already related, not unready on occasion. But a bookish youth, and not one who sought to fix quarrels upon any man, or to commit murder in the name of honour. And this shows how dangerous a passion is thwarted love, which can produce in a peaceful man's bosom jealousy, hatred, rage, and forgetfulness of that most sacred commandment which enjoins us not to slay. "I trust, my lord," he said, laughing and blushing, as if uncertain of himself, "that your lordship hath passed a pleasant evening with the Queen of the Wells." Lord Chudleigh looked up, surprised. Then he rose, for there was a look in Harry's eyes which meant mischief. The unlucky love-sick swain went on-- "Lord Chudleigh and Miss Kitty Pleydell. The very names seem made for one another; no doubt his lordship is as fine a gentleman as the lady is beautiful." "Sir!" said Lord Chudleigh quietly, "you have perhaps been drinking. This is the only excuse for such an association of my name with that young lady's in a public assembly." "Oh!" he said, "I want no excuse for addressing your lordship. The Temples were gentlefolk before the Chudleighs were heard of." "Well, Mr. Temple, so be it. Enjoy that superiority. Shall we close this discussion?" "No, my lord; there is more to be said." He spoke hotly, and with an anger which ought surely to have been simulated, such small provocation as he had received. "Then, sir, in Heaven's name, let us say it and have done with it." "You have offended me, my lord--you best know how." "I believe I know, Mr. Temple. You also know what grounds you have for believing that to be an offence." "I say, my lord," his voice rose and his eyes flashed, "that you have offended me." "Had I done so wittingly," returned Lord Chudleigh, "I should willingly ask pardon. But I deny your right to take offence."