Lord! what an ugly little hat you have got on your head! I'll soon make you a better one." He turned on Madame Fontaine, with a sudden change to distrust.
"I don't like the way you spoke of my leaving the University, just now.

I had a right to go, if I liked--hadn't I ?" "Oh, yes, Hans." "Not Hans! Didn't you hear what I mentioned just now?
Say Jack." She said it, with a ready docility which a little surprised me.
"Did I steal anything at the University ?" Jack proceeded.
"Not that I know of." "Then speak respectfully of me, next time.

Say, 'Mr.Jack retired from the University, in the exercise of his discretion.'" Having stated this formula with an air of great importance, he addressed himself to me.

"I appeal to you," he said.

"Suppose you had lost your color here" (he touched his cheek), "and your color there" (he touched his hair); "and suppose it had happened at the University--would _you"_ (he stood on tip-toe, and whispered the next words in my ear) "would _you_ have stopped there, to be poisoned again?
No!" he cried, raising his voice once more, "you would have drifted away like me.