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`I hear you,' he cried, starting from his seat, casting back the fastenings of the window-shutters, and throwing up the sash. `Help here! Help! Help!'

`What are you doing?' said Nicholas, seizing him by the arm.

`I'll cry robbers, thieves, murder, alarm the neighbourhood, struggle with you, let loose some blood, and swear you came to rob me, if you don't quit my house,' replied Gride, drawing in his head with a frightful grin, `I will!'

`Wretch!' cried Nicholas.

` You'll bring your threats here, will you?' said Gride, whom jealousy of Nicholas and a sense of his own triumph had converted into a perfect fiend. `You, the disappointed lover--oh dear! He! he! he!--but you shan't have her, nor she you. She's my wife, my doting little wife.

Do you think she'll miss you? Do you think she'll weep? I shall like to see her weep--I shan't mind it. She looks prettier in tears.'

`Villain!' said Nicholas, choking with his rage.

`One minute more,' cried Arthur Gride, `and I'll rouse the street with such screams, as, if they were raised by anybody else, should wake me even in the arms of pretty Madeline.'

`You hound!' said Nicholas. `If you were but a younger man--'

`Oh yes!' sneered Arthur Gride, `If I was but a younger man it wouldn't be so bad; but for me, so old and ugly--to be jilted by little Madeline for me!'

`Hear me,' said Nicholas, `and be thankful I have enough command over myself not to fling you into the street, which no aid could prevent my doing if I once grappled with you. I have been no lover of this lady's.

No contract or engagement, no word of love, has ever passed between us.

She does not even know my name.'

`I'll ask it for all that--I'll beg it of her with kisses,' said Arthur Gride. `Yes, and she'll tell me, and pay them back, and we'll laugh together, and hug ourselves--and be very merry--when we think of the poor youth that wanted to have her, but couldn't because she was bespoke by me!'

This taunt brought such an expression into the face of Nicholas, that Arthur Gride plainly apprehended it to be the forerunner of his putting his threat of throwing him into the street in immediate execution; for he thrust his head out of the window, and holding tight on with both hands, raised a pretty brisk alarm. Not thinking it necessary to abide the issue of the noise, Nicholas gave vent to an indignant defiance, and stalked from the room and from the house. Arthur Gride watched him across the street, and then, drawing in his head, fastened the window as before, and sat down to take breath.

`If she ever turns pettish or ill-humoured, I'll taunt her with that spark,' he said, when he had recovered. `She'll little think I know about him; and, if I manage it well, I can break her spirit by this means and have her under my thumb. I'm glad nobody came. I didn't call too loud.

The audacity to enter my house, and open upon me!--But I shall have a very good triumph tomorrow, and he'll be gnawing his fingers off: perhaps drown himself or cut his throat! I shouldn't wonder! That would make it quite complete, that would--quite.'

When he had become restored to his usual condition by these and other comments on his approaching triumph, Arthur Gride put away his book, and, having locked the chest with great caution, descended into the kitchen to warn Peg Sliderskew to bed, and scold her for having afforded such ready admission to a stranger.

The unconscious Peg, however, not being able to comprehend the offence of which she had been guilty, he summoned her to hold the light, while he made a tour of the fastenings, and secured the street-door with his own hands.

`Top bolt,' muttered Arthur, fastening as he spoke, `bottom bolt--chain--bar--double lock--and key out to put under my pillow! So, if any more rejected admirers come, they may come through the keyhole. And now I'll go to sleep till half-past five, when I must get up to be married, Peg!'

With that, he jocularly tapped Mrs Sliderskew under the chin, and appeared, for the moment, inclined to celebrate the close of his bachelor days by imprinting a kiss on her shrivelled lips. Thinking better of it, however, he gave her chin another tap, in lieu of that warmer familiarity, and stole away to bed.