I always know what's coming when
you begin to leave off calling me by my Christian name."
"Very well, then," said Duncan, good-humoredly, "what's the matter,
Eric?"
"Matter?" answered Brie, pacing up and down the little room with an
angry to-and-fro like a caged wild beast, and kicking everything which
came in his way. "Matter? hang you all, you are all turning against me,
because you are a set of muffs, and----"
"Take care!" said Duncan; but suddenly he caught Eric's look, and
stopped.
"And I've been breaking Rose's cane over his head, because he had the
impudence to touch, me with it, and----"
"Eric, you're not yourself to-night," said Duncan, interrupting, but
speaking in the kindest tone; and taking Eric's hand, he looked him
steadily in the face.
Their eyes met; the boy's false self once more slipped off. By a strong
effort he repressed the rising passion which the fumes of drink had
caused, and flinging him self on his chair, refused to speak again, or
even to go down stairs when the prayer-bell rang.
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