Bold was now choking with passion. He had let the archdeacon run on because he knew not with what words to interrupt him; but now that he had been so defied and insulted, he could not leave the room without some reply. "Dr Grantly," he commenced. "I have nothing further to say or to hear," said the archdeacon. "I'll do myself the honour to order your horse." And he rang the bell. "I came here, Dr Grantly, with the warmest, kindest feelings--" "Oh, of course you did; nobody doubts it." "With the kindest feelings;--and they have been most grossly outraged by your treatment." "Of course they have;--I have not chosen to see my father-in-law ruined; what an outrage that has been to your feelings!" "The time will come, Dr Grantly, when you will understand why I called upon you to-day." "No doubt, no doubt. Is Mr Bold's horse there? That's right; open the front door. Good-morning, Mr Bold;" and the doctor stalked into his own drawing-room, closing the door behind him, and making it quite impossible that John Bold should speak another word. As he got on his horse, which he was fain to do feeling like a dog turned out of a kitchen, he was again greeted by little Sammy. "Good-bye, Mr Bold; I hope we may have the pleasure of seeing you again before long; I am sure papa will always be glad to see you." That was certainly the bitterest moment in John Bold's life. Not even the remembrance of his successful love could comfort him; nay, when he thought of Eleanor he felt that it was that very love which had brought him to such a pass. That he should have been so insulted, and be unable to reply! That he should have given up so much to the request of a girl, and then have had his motives so misunderstood! That he should have made so gross a mistake as this visit of his to the archdeacon's! He bit the top of his whip, till he penetrated the horn of which it was made: he struck the poor animal in his anger, and then was doubly angry with himself at his futile passion. He had been so completely checkmated, so palpably overcome! and what was he to do? He could not continue his action after pledging himself to abandon it; nor was there any revenge in that;--it was the very step to which his enemy had endeavoured to goad him! He threw the reins to the servant who came to take his horse, and rushed upstairs into his drawing-room, where his sister Mary was sitting. "If there be a devil," said he, "a real devil here on earth, it is Dr Grantly." He vouchsafed her no further intelligence, but again seizing his hat, he rushed out, and took his departure for London without another word to anyone. Chapter XIII THE WARDEN'S DECISION