'Go, sir! my husband will know how to deal with one like you.

Out of my sight, I say!' The brutality of this reception of Alvan nerved Clotilde.

She went up to him, and laying her hand on his arm, feeling herself almost his equal, said: 'Let us go: come.

I will not bear to hear you so spoken to.

No one shall treat you like that when I am near.' She expected him to give up the hopeless task, after such an experience of the commencement.