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'We are much obliged to your ladyship,' the girl behind the table said,

speaking rapidly, but in a voice rather sarcastic than vehement. 'There

were reasons why I thought it impossible that we should accept this

gentleman's offer. But the words you have applied to me, and the spirit

in which your ladyship has dealt with me, make it impossible for us to

withdraw and lie under the--the vile imputations, you have chosen to

cast upon me. For that reason,' she continued with spirit, her face

instinct with indignation, 'I do accept from this gentleman--and with

gratitude--what I would fain refuse. And if it be any matter to your

ladyship, you have only your unmannerly words to thank for it.' 'Ho! ho!' the viscountess cried in affected contempt. 'Are we to be

called in question by creatures like these? You vixen! I spit upon you!' Mr. Thomasson smiled in a sickly fashion. For one thing, he began to

feel hungry; he had not supped. For another, he wished that he had kept

his mouth shut, or had never left Oxford. With a downcast air, 'I think

it might be better,' he said, 'if your ladyship were to withdraw from

this company.' But her ladyship was at that moment as dangerous as a tigress. 'You

think?' she cried. 'You think? I think you are a fool!' A snigger from the doorway gave point to the words; on which Lady

Dunborough turned wrathfully in that direction. But the prudent landlord

had slipped away, Sir George also had retired, and the servants and

others, concluding the sport was at an end, were fast dispersing. She

saw that redress was not to be had, but that in a moment she would be

left alone with her foes; and though she was bursting with spite, the

prospect had no charms for her. For the time she had failed; nothing she

could say would now alter that. Moreover her ladyship was vaguely

conscious that in the girl, who still stood pitilessly behind the table,

as expecting her to withdraw, she had met her match. The beautiful face

and proud eyes that regarded her so steadfastly had a certain terror for

the battered great lady, who had all to lose in a conflict, and saw

dimly that coarse words had no power to hurt her adversary.

So Lady Dunborough, after a moment's hesitation, determined to yield the

field. Gathering her skirts about her with a last gesture of contempt,

she sailed towards the door, resolved not to demean herself by a single

word. But halfway across the room her resolution, which had nearly cost

her a fit, gave way. She turned, and withering the three travellers with

a glance, 'You--you abandoned creature!' she cried. 'I'll see you in the

stocks yet!' And she swept from the room.