"You've got beyond yourself.
I advise you to pull up before we meet again.

I also advise you to bear in mind that to administer that draught is to undo all that I have spent the whole night to accomplish." Scott stood back for him to pass, but the quivering fury of the man seemed to emanate from him like the scorching draught from a blast furnace.

As Eustace said, he had got beyond himself,--so far beyond that he was scarcely recognizable.
"Your advice be damned!" he flung back under his breath with a concentrated bitterness that was terrible.

"I shall follow my own judgment." Sir Eustace's mouth curled superciliously.

He was angry too, though by no means so angry as Scott.