He was made a joke of; his gallantry, his chivalry, were the subject of a jest for a petticoat--for two petticoats: Miss Helstone too was smiling. Moreover, he felt he was seen through, and Peter grew black as a thunder-cloud. When Shirley looked up, a fell eye was fastened on her. Malone, at least, had energy enough in hate. She saw it in his glance.
"Peter _is_ worth a scene, and shall have it, if he likes, one day," she whispered to her friend.

He was made a joke of; his chivalry was the subject of a jest for a petticoat - for two petticoats: Miss Helstone too was smiling. Peter grew black as a thunder-cloud. When Shirley looked up, a fell eye was fastened on her. Malone, at least, had energy enough in hate.
"Peter is worth a scene, and shall have it, if he likes, one day," she whispered to her friend.
