"Benson, take those things away," said he, pointing to the easel, canvass, and stretcher; "and tell the housemaid she may kindle the fire with them: your mistress won't want them any more."
Benson paused aghast and looked at me.
"Take them away, Benson," said I; and his master muttered an oath.
"And this and all, sir?" said the astonished servant referring to the half-finished picture.
"That and all," replied the master; and the things were cleared away.
Mr. Huntingdon then went up stairs. I did not attempt to follow him, but remained seated in the arm-chair, speechless, tearless, and almost motionless, till he returned about half an hour after, and walking up to me, held the candle in my face and peered into my eyes with looks and laughter too insulting to be borne. With a sudden stroke of my hand, I dashed the candle to the floor.
"Hal-lo!" muttered he, starting back—"She's the very devil for spite! Did ever any
