What an honour for me!"
"Pray, what is the meaning of all this?" cries Miss Ethel, surprised, and
perhaps alarmed. Indeed, Clive scarcely knew. He had been chafing all the
while he talked with her; smothering anger as he saw the young men round
about her; revolting against himself for the very humility of his
obedience, and angry at the eagerness and delight with which he had come
at her call.
"The meaning is, Ethel"--he broke out, seizing the opportunity--"that
when a man comes a thousand miles to see you, and shake your hand, you
should give it him a little more cordially than you choose to do to me;
that when a kinsman knocks at your door, time after time, you should try
and admit him; and that when you meet him you should treat him like an
old friend not as you treated me when my Lady Kew vouchsafed to give me
admittance; not as you treat these fools that are fribbling round about
you," cries Mr. Clive, in a great rage, folding his arms, and glaring
round on a number of the most innocent young swells; and he continued
looking as if he would like to knock a dozen of their heads together.
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