noble, of catching the echo of a style, and so reproducing

'Not I,' said Monks, turning away his eyes and beating his foot

upon the ground, as a man who is determined to deny everything.

'Your manner, no less than your actions, assures me that you have

never forgotten it, or ceased to think of it with bitterness,'

returned Mr. Brownlow. 'I speak of fifteen years ago, when you

were not more than eleven years old, and your father but

one-and-thirty--for he was, I repeat, a boy, when HIS father

ordered him to marry. Must I go back to events which cast a shade