'Well, good-morning.' He smilingly offered his hand.
I think the other would have knocked him down, had he not instinctively started back before that bony fist quivering with rage and clenched till the knuckles gleamed white and glistening through the skin.

Looking upon him with a countenance livid with furious hate, Lord Lowborough muttered between his closed teeth a deadly execration he would not have uttered had he been calm enough to choose his words, and departed.
'I call that an unchristian spirit now,' said the villain.

'But I'd never give up an old friend for the sake of a wife.

You may have mine if you like, and I call that handsome; I can do no more than offer restitution, can I ?' But Lowborough had gained the bottom of the stairs, and was now crossing the hall; and Mr.Huntingdon, leaning over the banisters, called out, 'Give my love to Annabella! and I wish you both a happy journey,' and withdrew, laughing, to his chamber.
He subsequently expressed himself rather glad she was gone.

'She was so deuced imperious and exacting,' said he.