Albert’s cheek flushed with indignation, as he cried,—
“Sir Francis Hartleton, you came to insult me. Unworthy is it of you, who are revelling in the amplitude of means and power, to deride the unfortunate. You are—”
“Come, come, be calm,” interrupted Sir Francis. “You must come with me.”
“I will not.”
“Then I must make you. I shall have you taken into custody. Ho, there!”
The magistrate turned and beckoned to his officers, whom he had directed to follow him, and when they sprang forward to the gate, he said,—
“Take this young man in custody to my house.”
“This is the very wantonness of power,” cried Albert. “How dare you thus abuse your office.”
“Take him away—I will follow.”
Albert was immediately seized, and burning with rage, conveyed to Sir Francis’s house again, while the magistrate followed with a smile upon his face.