But I snatched up a candle and brought it to him. He took it and held the flame to Hattersley's hands till, roaring like a wild beast, the latter unclasped them and let him go. He vanished, I suppose to his own apartment, for nothing more was seen of him till the morning. Swearing and cursing like a maniac, Hattersley threw himself on to the ottoman beside the window. The door being now free, Milicent attempted to make her escape from the scene of her husband's disgrace; but he called her back, and insisted upon her coming to him.
"What do you want Ralph?" murmured she, reluctantly approaching him.
"I want to know what's the matter with you," said he, pulling her on to his knee like a child. "What are you crying for Milicent?—Tell me!"
"I'm not crying."
"You are," persisted he, rudely pulling her hands from her face. "How dare you tell such a lie?"
