‘The fact is, she not only treated me with aversion, but she cut me dead.’
‘Yes, it was. I was always fond of her, and I am mad to get hold of her again.’
‘That ought not to be difficult to Sir Watkin Strahan.’
‘Perhaps not. But there is a man in the case—a newspaper fellow—the fellow, in short, who had the impudence to come down to Sloville to contest the borough. I believe he lost me the seat. I believe the girl got him to do it out of revenge.’
‘Then, I would be even with him.’
‘So I will before I’ve done with him. You may be sure I’ll have my revenge,’ said the Baronet angrily.
‘Yes, I can trust you for that,’ said his friend. ‘You are a good fellow, Sir Watkin, but you neither forget nor forgive.’
‘No, we don’t in our family, and we have found it answer our purpose very well.’
‘But, come, liquor up. Never mind the women; leave them to themselves.’