Woodward, however, who
was better acquainted with the usages of society, and the deference due
to the presence of women, than the brusque, but somewhat fiery Milesian,
now said, with a smile and a bow to that gentleman:
"Sir, I submit; I am vanquished. If you are as successful in love as you
are in banter, I should not wish to enter the list against you.
"Faith, sir," replied O'Connor, with a poor-humored laugh, "if your
sword is as sharp as your wit, you'd be an ugly customer to meet in a
quarrel."
O'Connor, who had been there for some time, now rose to take his leave,
at which Alice felt rather satisfied. Indeed, she could not avoid
observing that, whatever the cause of it might be, there seemed to exist
some secret feeling of dislike between them, which occasioned her no
inconsiderable apprehension. O'Connor she knew was kind-hearted and
generous, but, at the same time, as quick as gunpowder in taking and
resenting an insult. On the other hand, she certainly felt much regret
at being subjected to the presence of Woodward, against whom she
entertained, as the reader knows, a strong feeling that amounted
absolutely to aversion.
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