I will speak now; do you hear.
Now, listen." She was subdued, and knew what was coming.

She sat down, and waited.
Had he looked in her face, instead of in the fire, he would have seen an expression there which he would little have liked--a smile of obstinacy and self-will.
"I am not going to mince matters, and beat about the bush, Mary," he began.

"What I say I mean, and will have it attended to.

You are very intimate with young Hawker, and that intimacy is very displeasing to me." "Well ?" she said.
"Well," he answered.

"I say it is not well.