and defying contempt, which, joined to his athletic frame, his dark and tierce eye, and a heavy riding whip, which, as if mechanically, he had raised, effectually kept the murmurers from proceeding to violence.
" Poor pretender to breeding and to sense! " said he, disdainfully turning to Mauleverer; " with one touch of this whip I could shame you for ever, or compel you to descend from the level of your rank to that of mine, and the action would be but a mild return to your language. But I love rather to teach you than to correct. According to my creed, my lord, he conquers most in good breeding who forbears the most— scorn enables me to forbear! Adieu! "

With this, Clifford turned on his heel and strode away. A murmur, approaching to a groan, from the younger or sillier part of the parasites (the mature and the sensible have no extra emotion to throw away), followed him as he disappeared.
CHAPTER XX.
Outlaw. Stand, sir, and throw us that you have about you!
Val. Ruffiana, forego that rude, uncivil touch!

The Two Gentlemen of Verona.
On leaving the scene in which he had been so unwelcome a guest, Clifford hastened to the little inn where he had left his horse. He mounted and returned to Bath. His thoughts were absent, and he unconsciously suffered the horse to direct its course whither it pleased. This was naturally towards the nearest halting-place which the animal remembered; and this halting-place was at that illustrious tavern, in the suburbs of the town, in which we have before commemorated Clifford's re-election to the dignity of chief. 