I knew my way perfectly, and I did NOT make any 'scene' in that restaurant.

I just asked Mr.Bertram to come home with me.

One would think you WANTED Mr.Bertram to go off with that man and--and drink too much.

But Uncle William hasn't liked him before, not one bit! I've heard him talk about him--that Mr.Seaver." Mrs.Hartwell raised both her hands, palms outward.
"Billy, it is useless to talk with you.

You are quite impossible.