The apprentice's cheek and brow flushed with anger, and Mr.Bloundel had much ado to control his emotion.

It was the Earl of Rochester, and on seeing them he instantly dismounted, and flinging his bridle to one of the attendants, advanced towards them.

Noticing the fury that gleamed in Leonard's eyes, and apprehending some violence on his part, the grocer laid his hand, upon his arm, and sternly enjoined him to calm himself.
By this time, the earl had reached them.

"Mr.Bloundel," he said, in a tone of much emotion, and with a look that seemed to bespeak contrition.
"I heard that you had opened your house yesterday, and was about to call upon you.

I have a few words to say to you on a subject painful to both of us, but doubly painful to me--your daughter." "I must decline to hear them, my lord," replied the grocer, coldly; "nor shall you ever cross my threshold again with my consent.