I plucked up spirit enough at that to remind him that I was promised to Ambrose.

'I think you ought to be ashamed of yourself,' I said, 'to own that you're wicked enough to love me when you know I am promised to another man!' When I spoke to him he took a new turn; he began abusing Ambrose.

_That_ straightened me up.

I snatched my gown out of his hand, and I gave him my whole mind.

'I hate you!' I said.