in case they should be more acceptable than mine, and my mother begged she might send one of the farming-men to escort her.
When she was gone, the rest was all a blank, or worse. Lawrence attempted to draw me into conversation, but I snubbed him, and went to another part of the room. Shortly after, the party broke up, and he himself took leave. When he came to me, I was blind to his extended hand, and deaf to his good night till he repeated it a second time; and then, to get rid of him, I muttered an inarticulate reply accompanied by a sulky nod.
"What is the matter Markham?" whispered he.
I replied by a wrathful and contemptuous stare.
"Are you angry because Mrs. Graham would not let you go home with her?" he asked with a faint smile that nearly exasperated me beyond controul.
But, swallowing down all fiercer answers, I merely demanded,—