“You had better not, Mr. Charles Peace,” said his companion; “upon my word you are sadly forgetting yourself.”
“What do you mean, you stuck-up, conceited little hussy, by treating me in this way? Separate and apart indeed! I’ll soon teach you a lesson about that, my lady. Where do you live?”
No. 21.
PEACE AND BESSIE DALTON.
“I decline to answer your question; and, indeed, if you do not behave yourself better, I shall decline to have anything further to say to you. I wish you well, and don’t bear any animosity towards you; but at the same time must beg you most distinctly to understand that I am not disposed to submit to taunts or insults from anyone—still less from you.”
“I am not going to let you off so easily,” said Peace. “It’s no use you endeavouring to ride the high horse with me. I intend to know where you live, and, in addition to this, I am determined to know all about you.”
“Are you?”
“Yes, I am.”
“Then you’ll have to find out as best you can; for I must tell you frankly that you will have no information from me.”