summons you to surrender to her your truth, taste, and common sense. Gi'
her a' the plea, or you'll get na good of a woman's hands."

"So, sir!--So, my lord, you are against me too, and you are mocking me too,
I find. I humbly thank you, gentlemen," cried Lady Anne, in a high tone of
disdain; "from a colonel in the army, and a nobleman who has been on the
continent, I might have expected more politeness. From a Cambridge scholar
no wonder!"

My mother laid down her netting in the middle of a row, and came to keep
the peace. But it was too late; Lady Anne was deaf and blind with passion.
She confessed she could not see of what use either of the universities were
in this world, except to make bears and bores of young men.

Her ladyship, fluent in anger beyond conception, poured, as she turned from
her brother to me, and from me to her brother, a flood of nonsense, which,
when it had once broken bounds, there was no restraining in its course.
Amazed at the torrent, my mother stood aghast; Mowbray burst into
unextinguishable laughter: I preserved my gravity as long as I possibly
could; I felt the risible infection seizing me, and that malicious Mowbray,
just when he saw me in the struggle--the agony--sent me back such an image
of my own length of face, that there was no withstanding it. I, too,
breaking all bounds of decorum, gave way to visible and audible laughter;
and from which I was first recovered by seeing the lady burst into tears,
and by hearing, at the same moment, my mother pronounce in a tone of grave
displeasure, "Very ill-bred, Harrington!" My mother's tone of displeasure
affecting me much more than the young lady's tears, I hastened to beg
pardon, and I humbled myself before Lady Anne; but she spurned me, and
Mowbray laughed the more. Mowbray, I believe, really wished that I should
like his sister; yet he could not refrain from indulging his taste for