“I want to say a word to her before I leave,” he exclaimed, nodding towards Bessie.
“Say it, then, and go.”
Our hero was half beside himself with ill-suppressed passion.
“Hark ye!” he ejaculated, bending towards the female, with a hideous grin on his ill-favoured countenance, “you have carried it off bravely this time, but I’ll have my revenge. I’ll find you out, expose you, and bring ruin upon your head, you deceitful, worthless, despicable huzzy!”
“It is out of your power to do me any mischief. You are beneath contempt,” answered Bessie, turning away.
“Now then, no more of this. Be off!” cried the constable, in an angry tone. “Be off, I say.”
There was no help for it. To avoid being forcibly ejected Peace had to leave the refreshment room with the best grace he could.
But rage and despair sat at his heart. He never was more astonished than he had been by Bessie Dalton’s treatment of him.
He went out into the grounds in a state bordering upon frenzy. He found it difficult to believe that so complete a change had come over the pretty little work girl whom he had been so intimate with at Bradford.
She did not seem to be like the same person. Her costume was magnificent, her manners were polished, her actions graceful, and, taken altogether, her whole appearance denoted that she was moving in the best society.