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 garden! Where, under such circumstances, was the "concatenation accordingly?"

"Rid me of you instantly—instantly!" reiterated Shirley, as he lingered.

"Madam—a clergyman! Turn out a clergyman?"

"Off! Were you an archbishop: you have proved yourself no gentleman, and must go. Quick!"

She was quite resolved: there was no trifling with her: besides, Tartar was again rising; he perceived symptoms of a commotion: he manifested a disposition to join in; there was evidently nothing for it but to go, and Donne made his Exodus; the heiress sweeping him a deep curtesy as she closed the gates on him.

"How dare the pompous priest abuse his flock? How dare the lisping cockney revile Yorkshire?" was her sole observation on the circumstance, as she returned to the table.

Ere long, the little party broke up: Miss Keeldar's ruffled and darkened brow, curled lip, and incensed eye, gave no invitation to further social enjoyment.