I worked myself up into an absurd state of irritability.

Why was she coming to spoil the sport?
I had arranged to track her husband down, reason with him, work on his feelings, telegraph for his wife, and in an affecting interview throw them into each other's arms.

Now, goodness knows what would happen.

Certainly not my beautifully conceived _coup de theatre_.
"And she has the impertinence," I cried in my wrath, "to sign herself 'Lola'! As if I ever called her, or could ever be in a position to call her 'Lola'! I should like to know," I exclaimed, hurling the "Indicateur des Chemins de Fer" on to the seat of a summer-house, built after the manner of a little Greek temple, "I should like to know what the deuce she means by it!" "Hallo! Hallo! What the devil's the matter ?" cried a voice; and I found I had disturbed from his slumbers an unnoticed Colonel of British Cavalry.
"A thousand pardons!" said I."I thought I was alone, and gave vent to the feelings of the moment." Colonel Bunnion stretched himself and joined me.
"That's the worst of this place," he said.

"It's so liverish.