But his heart was too broken for that. The ladies gladly made room
for him in the clarence. Dick mounted "Emperor" and rode homewards.
The drag, too, drove away, playing "Oh dear, what can the matter
be?" and with a scowl of furious hate, Mr. Eglantine sat and
regarded his rival. His pantaloons were split, and his coat torn up
the back.

"Are you hurt much, dear Mr. Archibald?" said Morgiana, with
unaffected compassion.

"N-not much," said the poor fellow, ready to burst into tears.

"Oh, Mr. Woolsey," added the good-natured girl, "how could you play
such a trick?"

"Upon my word," Woolsey began, intending to plead innocence; but the
ludicrousness of the situation was once more too much for him, and
he burst out into a roar of laughter.

"You! you cowardly beast!" howled out Eglantine, now driven to
fury--"YOU laugh at me, you miserable cretur! Take THAT, sir!" and
he fell upon him with all his might, and well-nigh throttled the
tailor, and pummelling his eyes, his nose, his ears, with
inconceivable rapidity, wrenched, finally, his wig off his head, and
flung it into the road.

Morgiana saw that Woolsey had red hair. {2}