But if dulness reigned around the lady of the house, it was not so everywhere. Loud bursts of merriment were heard at the bottom of the table. Kate glanced that way in some surprise, and found it was Griffith making the company merry,—Griffith of all people.
The laughter broke out at short intervals, and by and by became uproarious and constant. At last she looked at Neville inquiringly.
"Our worthy host is setting us an example of conviviality," said he. "He is getting drunk."
"O, I hope not," said Kate. "Has he no friend to tell him not to make a fool of himself?"
"You take a great interest in him," said Neville, bitterly.
"Of course I do. Pray, do you desert your friends when ill luck falls on them?"
"Nay, Mistress Kate, I hope not."
"You only triumph over the misfortunes of your enemies, eh?" said the stinging beauty.
"Not even that. And as for Mr. Gaunt, I am not his enemy."
"O no, of course not. You are his best friend. Witness his arm at this moment."