"Settle the bill, Selby, we'll walk on slowly," said Mr. Chester, and, with a last glance at the mirror, he slipped his arm within Sir Jasper's, and they went out together.
Mr. Selby meanwhile rang for the bill, frowning at me all the time.
"What the devil are you staring at?" he demanded suddenly, in a loud, bullying tone.
"If you are pleased to refer to me, sir," said I, "I would say that my eyes were given for use, and that having used them upon you, I have long since arrived at the conclusion that I don't like you."
"Ah?" said he, frowning fiercer than ever.
"Yes," said I, "though whether it is your person, your manner, or your voice that displeases me most, I am unable to say."
"An impertinent young jackanapes!" said he; "damnation, I think I'll pull your nose!"
"Why, you may try, and welcome, sir," said I; "though I should advise you not, for should you make the attempt I should be compelled to throw you out of the window."
At this moment the pretty maid appeared, and tendered him the bill with a curtesy. He glanced at it, tossed some money upon the table, and turned to stare at me again.
"If ever I meet you again—" he began.