SOME ANSWER TO IT Hasty indignation did not drive me to hot action.

A quiet talk with Mrs.Price, as soon as my cousin's bad hour arrived, was quite enough to bring me back to a sense of my own misgovernment.

Moreover, the evening clouds were darkening for a night of thunder, while the silver Thames looked nothing more than a leaden pipe down the valleys.

Calm words fall at such times on quick temper like the drip of trees on people who have been dancing.

I shivered, as my spirit fell, to think of my weak excitement, and poor petulance to a kind, wise friend, a man of many sorrows and perpetual affliction.