"Ah!" cried Mr. Bailey, squaring his arms with a sudden emotion. "What, you 're wicious, are you? Would you though! You'd better not!"
"Pray, go away!" said Merry. "Bailey, my good boy, go home. Jonas!" she said; timidly laying her hand upon his shoulder, and bending her head down, over him; "Jonas!"
"Look at her!" cried Jonas, pushing her off with his extended arm. "Look here! Look at her! Here's a bargain for a man!"
"Dear Jonas!"
"Dear Devil!" he replied, with a fierce gesture. "You're a pretty clog to be tied to a man for life, you mewling, white-faced cat! Get out of my sight!"
"I know you don't mean it, Jonas. You wouldn't say it if you were sober."
With affected gaiety she gave Bailey a piece of money, and again implored him to be gone. Her entreaty was so earnest, that the boy had not the heart to stay there. But he stopped at the bottom of the stairs, and listened.
"I wouldn't say it if I was sober!" retorted Jonas. "You know better. Have I never said it when I was sober?"
"Often, indeed!" she answered through her tears.
"Hark ye!" cried Jonas, stamping his foot upon the ground. "You made me bear your pretty humours once, and ecod I 'll make you bear mine now. I always promised myself I would. I married you that I might. I 'll know who's master, and who's slave!"
"Heaven knows I am obedient!" said the sobbing girl. "Much more so than I ever thought to be!"
Jonas laughed in his drunken exultation. "What! you 're finding it out, are you! Patience, and you will in time! Griffins have claws, my girl. There's not a pretty slight you ever put upon me, nor a pretty trick you ever played me, nor a pretty insolence you ever showed me, that I won't pay back a hundred-fold. What else did I marry you for. You, too!" he said, with coarse contempt.
It might have softened him—indeed it might—to hear her turn a little fragment of a song he used to say he liked; trying, with a heart so full, to win him back.
"Oho!" he said, "you 're deaf, are you? You don't hear me, eh? So much the better for you. I hate you. I hate myself, for having been fool enough to strap a pack upon my back for the pleasure of treading on it whenever I choose. Why, things have opened to me, now, so that I might marry almost where I liked. But I wouldn't; I'd keep single. I ought to be single, among the friends I know. Instead of that, here I am, tied like a log to you. Pah! Why do you show your pale face when I come home? Am I never to forget you?"
"How late it is!" she said cheerfully: opening the shutter, after an interval of silence. "Broad day, Jonas!"
"Broad day or black night, what do I care!" was the kind rejoinder.
"The night passed quickly, too. I don't mind sitting up, at all."
"Sit up for me again, if you dare!" growled Jonas.
"I was reading," she proceeded, "all night long. I began when
