Mr Arnott, animating at this speech, glided behind her chair, and said, “I knew you could not like him! I knew it from the turn of your mind;—I knew it even from your countenance!”
Soon after, Sir Robert Floyer arrived.
“You are a pretty fellow, a'n't you,” cried Mr Harrel, “to keep me waiting so long.”
“I could not come a moment sooner; I hardly expected to get here at all, for my horse has been so confounded resty I could not tell how to get him along.”
“Do you come on horseback through the streets, Sir Robert?” asked Mrs Harrel.
“Sometimes; when I am lazy. But what the d—-l is the matter with him I don't know; he has started at everything. I suspect there has been some foul play with him.”
“Is he at the door, sir?” cried Morrice.
“Yes,” answered Sir Robert.
“Then I'll tell you what's the matter with him in a minute;” and away again ran Morrice.
“What time did you get off last night, Harrel?” said Sir Robert.