I was surprised at him, an uninvited guest, daring to address his conversation to Miss Lee." It was well for the dastard, that he was protected by the presence of ladies, and beyond the reach of my arm, or I certainly should have committed an act of violence.
I restrained my indignation, however, and appeared outwardly calm--received some instructions from the counsellor and noted them down with stoical precision.

My hand did not tremble, my passion was too terrible for trifling demonstrations.

I think I could have put a pistol to his head, and seen him bleeding at my feet, without feeling one pang of remorse.
Miss Lee's carriage was announced.

I roused myself from a dream of vengeance, and offered my arm to conduct her down stairs.

She cast upon me a look of sorrowful meaning, and her aunt refused my services with a distant bow.
I drew proudly back "This," I thought, "is their gratitude.