is confiscated, and for whose neck the gibbet stands prepared!"
"And for whose sake I will bear an unchanged name and an unaltered heart to my grave."
Lord Avonleigh walked to and fro; but anger was a wearying exertion, and rage soon subsided into pettishness.
"Respect for our illustrious guests must induce us to waive these family quarrels for the present; but, mark me, Francesca, accept the Duke of Buckingham when he offers his hand, or, the moment that our visitors leave, I will lock you up in the south tower, on bread and water, to learn obedience when it is too late to practise it." So saying, he quitted the apartment, having recourse to that grand resource of the wounded feeling or the aggrieved temper, namely slamming the door after him.
