The Complete Works of Charlotte Brontë. Charlotte Bronte

      “No, sir; no, Mr. Helstone. My mother wouldn’t like it,” pleaded Sweeting.

      “And I make it a rule never to get mixed up in affairs of the kind,” observed Donne.

      Helstone smiled sardonically; Malone laughed a horse-laugh. He then replaced his arms, took his hat and cudgel, and saying that “he never felt more in tune for a shindy in his life, and that he wished a score of greasy cloth-dressers might beat up Moore’s quarters that night,” he made his exit, clearing the stairs at a stride or two, and making the house shake with the bang of the front-door behind him.