"At all events," she said, "he is not cross with me about nothing; and _some_ people might learn better manners from him, Mr Lorton!" "Pray do not let me detain you from such a charming companion, Miss Clyde," I said, with distant politeness.
"Even poor Mr Horner can be agreeable and amusing, and _you_ won't even try to be.

I will go to him," she continued, still striving to get me to be more sociable; but I was obstinate and ill-tempered.
An angel would not have pacified me.

How could I have been so rude to her?
I was a brute.
"Ah," I exclaimed, "_his_ conversation is truly intellectual!" She was quite vexed now.
"You are very unkind," she said.

"You speak ill-naturedly of everybody, and are cross with me on my birthday! I won't speak to you, Frank, again this evening; there, see if I do!" and she turned away from me with a tremble in her voice, and an indignant look in the, now, flashing, grey eyes.
She kept her promise.
Much as I tried, when my ill-temper had subsided, to get speech with her, I was not allowed a word.

Even when leaving the house, I only received a bow.