"I can find a place for myself, thank ye, Mr. Crumb." Old Ruggles sat grinding his teeth, and swearing to himself, taking his hat off and putting it on again, and meditating vengeance. "And now if you please, Mr. Crumb, I'll go up-stairs to my own room."
"You don't go up to any room here, you jade you." The old man as he said this got up from his chair as though to fly at her. And he would have struck her with his stick but that he was stopped by John Crumb.
"Don't hit the girl, no gate, Mr. Ruggles."
"Domm her, John; she breaks my heart." While her lover held her grandfather Ruby escaped, and seated herself on the bedside, again afraid to undress, lest she should be disturbed by her grandfather. "Ain't it more nor a man ought to have to bear;—ain't it, Mr. Crumb?" said the grandfather appealing to the young man.
"It's the ways on 'em, Mr. Ruggles."
"Ways on 'em! A whipping at the cart-tail ought to be the ways on her. She's been and seen some young buck."
Then John Crumb turned red all over, through the flour, and sparks of anger flashed from his eyes. "You ain't a meaning of it, master?"
"I'm told there's been the squoire's cousin aboot,—him as they call the baronite."
"Been along wi' Ruby?" The old man nodded at him. "By the mortials I'll baronite him;—I wull," said John seizing his hat and stalking off through the back kitchen after his friend.