She had risen, pale with anger, and she made appeal now to her guardian.

"My lord, I'll not remain to be so spoken of.

Suffer me to go.

That her ladyship should so speak of me to my face--and to a stranger!" "Stranger!" crowed her ladyship.

"Lard! And what d'ye suppose will happen?
Are you so nice about a stranger hearing what I may have to say of you--you that will be the talk of the whole lewd town for this fine escapade?
And what'll the town say of you ?" "My love!" his lordship sought again to soothe her.