"I know--I hope--what is due to the Lady Mary Deller, to--to answer you as--as befits.

But you shall hear from me, sir.

You shall hear from me." He bowed a third time--a bow that took in the entire company--and withdrew in high dudgeon and with a great show of dignity.

A pause ensued, and then the Lady Mary reproved Mr.Caryll.
"Oh, 'twas cruel in you, sir," she cried.

"Poor Mr.Craske! And to dub him plagiarist! 'Twas the unkindest cut of all!" "Truth, madam, is never kind." "Oh, fie! You make bad worse!" she cried.
"He'll put you in the pillory of his verse for this," laughed Collis.
"Ye'll be most scurvily lampooned for't." "Poor Mr.Craske!" sighed the Lady Mary again.
"Poor, indeed; but not in the sense to deserve pity.