“Phillip Redgill, my footsteps will follow you for ever!” said the voice, which died away in the distance.
“Never! never!” said Phillip, staggering from horror.
“Ever! ever!” repeated the spectre voice.
With his heart bursting in fury Phillip tore his neck-cloth into ribbons.
His breast heaved with remorse and passion.
“Wine wine,” he said, with a fiendish laugh; “wine, wine, I say!”
His wife handed him a goblet brim full.
He gulped it down.
He threw the goblet into a corner of the room, and in fury struck Fanny to the ground.
The gallants present immediately stepped forward to protect the fallen woman.