He had been brought up all that way to tell his story
to the lord, and the lord had gone away without hearing a word of it, had
gone away and had absolutely insulted him, had asked him who paid him his
wages, and had then told him that Lady Eustace was his mistress. Andy
Gowran felt strongly that this was not that kind of confidential usage
which he had had a right to expect. And after his experience of the last
hour and a half, he did not at all relish his renewed solitude in that
room. "A drap of puir thin liquor-poored out too-in a weeny glass nae
deeper than an egg shell, and twa cookies; that's what she ca'ed
rafrashment!" It was thus that Andy afterwards spoke to his wife of the
hospitalities offered to him in Warwick Square, regarding which his anger
was especially hot, in that he had been treated like a child or a common
labourer, instead of having the decanter left with him to be used at his
own discretion. When, therefore, Mrs. Hittaway returned to him, the awe
with which new circumstances and the lord had filled him was fast
vanishing and giving place to that stubborn indignation against people in
general, which was his normal condition.
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