I did not attempt to interrupt him; but my spirit kindled within me, and when he had done, I replied, 'If your accusation were true, Mr.Huntingdon, how dare you blame me ?' 'She's hit it, by Jove!' cried Hattersley, rearing his gun against the wall; and, stepping into the room, he took his precious friend by the arm, and attempted to drag him away.

'Come, my lad,' he muttered; 'true or false, you've no right to blame her, you know, nor him either; after what you said last night.

So come along.' There was something implied here that I could not endure.
'Dare you suspect me, Mr.Hattersley ?' said I, almost beside myself with fury.
'Nay, nay, I suspect nobody.

It's all right, it's all right.

So come along, Huntingdon, you blackguard.' 'She can't deny it!' cried the gentleman thus addressed, grinning in mingled rage and triumph.