You have been now living here nearly a week, in a privacy which no gentleman would ever think of observing.

You have hemmed yourself in by a mystery, sir; you have studiously concealed your name--your connections--and defaced every mark by which you could be known or traced.

This, sir, is not the conduct of a gentleman; and argues either actual or premeditated guilt." "You seem heated, sir, and you also reason in resentment, whatever may have occasioned it.

And so a gentleman is not to make an excursion to a country town in a quiet way--perhaps to recruit his health, perhaps to relax his mind, perhaps to gratify a whim--but he must be pounced upon by some outrageous dispenser of magisterial justice, who thinks, that, because he wishes to live quietly and unknown, he must be some cutthroat, or raw-head-and-bloody-bones coming to eat half the country ?" "I dare say, sir, that is all very fine, and very humorous; but when these mysterious vagabonds--" The eye of the stranger blazed; lightning itself, in fact, was not quicker than the fire which gleamed from it, as the baronet uttered the last words.

He walked over deliberately, but with a step replete with energy and determination: "How, sir," said he, "do you dare to apply such an expression to me ?" The baronet's eye quailed.