trayer, to look upon thee! Begone! Begone! With a face so
unblushing, how darest thou appear in my presence?

I thought then, that the character of a husband obliged me to be angry.

You may one day, Madam, repent this treatment:--by my soul, you may. You
know I have not deserved it of you--you know--I have not.

Do I know you have not?--Wretch! Do I know--

You do, Madam--and never did man of my figure and consideration, [I
thought it was proper to throw that in] meet with such treatment--

She lifted up her hands: indignation kept her silent.

But all is of a piece with the charge you bring against me of despoiling
you of all succour and help, of making you poor and low, and with other
unprecedented language. I will only say, before these two gentlewomen,
that since it must be so, and since your former esteem for me is turned
into so riveted an aversion, I will soon, very soon, make you entirely
easy. I will be gone:--I will leave you to your own fate, as you call
it; and may that be happy!--Only, that I may not appear to be a spoiler,
a robber indeed, let me know whither I shall send your apparel, and every
thing that belongs to you, and I will send it.

Send it to this place; and assure me, that you will never molest me more;
never more come near me; and that is all I ask of you.

I will do so, Madam, said I, with a dejected air. But did I ever think I
should be so indifferent to you?--However, you must permit me to insist
on your reading this letter; and on your seeing Captain Tomlinson, and
hearing what he has to say from your uncle. He will be here by-and-by.

Don't trifle with me, said she in an imperious tone--do as you offer. I
will not receive any letter from your hands. If I see Captain Tomlinson,
it shall be on his own account, not on your's. You tell me you will send
me my apparel--if you would have me believe any thing you say, let this
be the test of your sincerity.--Leave me now, and send my things.

The women started.--They did nothing but stare; and appeared to be more
and more at a loss what to make of the matter between us.

I pretended to be going from her in a pet; but, when I had got to the
door, I turned back; and, as if I had recollected myself--One word more,
my dearest creature!--Charming, even in your anger!--O my fond soul! said
I, turning half round, and pulling out my handkerchief.--

I believe, Jack, my eyes did glisten a little. I have no doubt but they
did. The