The scuundrel of hell!--to impose on me, and insult my child!" "Mr.Folliard," observed the clergyman calmly, "I can indeed scarcely blame your indignation; it is natural; but, at the same time, it is useless and unavailable.

Be cool, and restrain your temper.

Of course, you could not think of bestowing your daughter, in marriage, upon this man." "I tell you what, Brown--I tell you what, my dear friend---let the devil, Satan, Beelzebub, or whatever you call him from the pulpit--I say, let him come here any time he pleases, in his holiday hoofs and horns, tail and all, and he shall have her sooner than Whitecraft." Mr.Brown could not help smiling, whilst he said: "Of course, you will instantly dismiss this abandoned creature." He started up and exclaimed, "Cog's 'ounds, what am I about ?" He instantly rang the bell, and a footman attended.

"John, desire that wench Herbert to come here." "Do you mean Miss Herbert, sir ?" "I do--_Miss_ Herbert--egad, you've hit it; be quick, sirra." John bowed and withdrew, and in a few minutes Miss Herbert entered.
"Miss Herbert," said the squire, "leave this house as fast as the devil can drive you; and he has driven you to some purpose before now; ay, and, I dare say, will again.

I say, then, as fast as he can drive you, pack up your luggage, and begone about your business.