Now don't be making a fool of yourself, but get yourself off.

Come--" and she stood close up against the open door, waiting for him to pass.
"I rather think I shall remain where I am, and have a glass of something hot," said he.
"Lupex, do you want to aggravate me again ?" said the lady, and she looked at him with a glance of her eye which he thoroughly understood.

He was not in a humour for fighting, nor was he at present desirous of blood; so he resolved to go.

But as he went he prepared himself for new battles.

"I shall do something desperate, I am sure; I know I shall," he said, as he pulled off his boots.
"Oh, Mr Cradell," said Mrs Lupex as soon as she had closed the door behind her retreating husband, "how am I ever to look you in the face again after the events of these last memorable days ?" And then she seated herself on the sofa, and hid her face in a cambric handkerchief.
"As for that," said Cradell, "what does it signify,--among friends like us, you know ?" "But that it should be known at your office,--as of course it is, because of the gentleman that went down to him at the theatre,--I don't think I shall ever survive it." "You see I was obliged to send somebody, Mrs Lupex." "I'm not finding fault, Mr Cradell.