slight observation from one or other of his companions. To him then Nicholas addressed himself when he was sufficiently composed to stand before the party, and force the words from his parched and scorching throat.
"Let me have a word with you, Sir," said Nicholas.
"With me, Sir?" retorted Sir Mulberry Hawk, eyeing him in disdainful surprise.
"I said with you," replied Nicholas, speaking with great difficulty, for his passion choked him.
"A mysterious stranger, upon my soul!" exclaimed Sir Mulberry, raising his wine-glass to his his, and looking round upon his friends.
"Will you step apart with me for a few minutes, or do you refuse?" said Nicholas, sternly.
Sir Mulberry merely paused in the act of drinking, and bade him either name his business or leave the table.
Nicholas drew a card from his pocket, and threw it before him.
"There, Sir," said Nicholas; "my business you will guess."
A momentary expression of astonishment, not unmixed with some confusion, appeared in the face of Sir Mulberry as he read the name; but he subdued it in an instant, and tossing the card to Lord Verisopht, who sat opposite, drew a toothpick from a glass before him, and very leisurely applied it to his mouth.
"Your name and address?" said Nicholas, turning paler as his passion kindled.
"I shall give you neither," replied Sir Mulberry.
"If there is a gentleman in this party," said Nicholas, looking round and scarcely able to make his white lips form the words, "He will acquaint me with the name and residence of this man."
There was a dead silence.
"I am the brother of the young lady who has been the subject of conversation here," said Nicholas. "I denounce this person as a liar, and impeach him as a coward. If he has a friend here, he will save him the disgrace of the paltry attempt to conceal his name—an utterly useless one—for I will find it out, nor leave him until I have."
Sir Mulberry looked at him contemptuously, and, addressing his companions, said—
"Let the fellow talk, I have nothing serious to say to boys of his station; and his pretty sister shall save him a broken head, if he talks till midnight."
"You are a base and spiritless scoundrel!" said Nicholas, "and shall be proclaimed so to the world. I will know you; I will follow you home if you walk the streets till morning."
Sir Mulberry's hand involuntarily closed upon the decanter, and he seemed for an instant about to launch it at the head of his challenger. But he only filled his glass, and laughed in derision.
Nicholas sat himself down, directly opposite to the party, And, summoning the waiter, paid his bill.
"Do you know that person's name?" he inquired of the man in an audible voice; pointing out Sir Mulberry as he put the question.
