Miss Vernon's, from being earnest, became angry; her eyes and cheeks became more animated, her colour mounted, she clenched her little hand, and stamping on the ground with her tiny foot, seemed to listen with a mixture of contempt and indignation to the apologies, which, from his look of civil deference, his composed and respectful smile, his body rather drawing back than advanced, and other signs of look and person, I concluded him to be pouring out at her feet.

At length she flung away from him, with "I _will_ have it so." "It is not in my power--there is no possibility of it .-- Would you think it, Mr.Osbaldistone ?" said he, addressing me-- "You are not mad ?" said she, interrupting him.
"Would you think it ?" said he, without attending to her hint--"Miss Vernon insists, not only that I know your innocence (of which, indeed, it is impossible for any one to be more convinced), but that I must also be acquainted with the real perpetrators of the outrage on this fellow--if indeed such an outrage has been committed.

Is this reasonable, Mr.
Osbaldistone ?" "I will not allow any appeal to Mr.Osbaldistone, Rashleigh," said the young lady; "he does not know, as I do, the incredible extent and accuracy of your information on all points." "As I am a gentleman, you do me more honour than I deserve." "Justice, Rashleigh--only justice:--and it is only justice which I expect at your hands." "You are a tyrant, Diana," he answered, with a sort of sigh--"a capricious tyrant, and rule your friends with a rod of iron.

Still, however, it shall be as you desire.

But you ought not to be here--you know you ought not;--you must return with me." Then turning from Diana, who seemed to stand undecided, he came up to me in the most friendly manner, and said, "Do not doubt my interest in what regards you, Mr.Osbaldistone.If I leave you just at this moment, it is only to act for your advantage.