"Why I'd give my ears for it." "Then," said I, playing my winning card, "let us hear no more about Lola Brandt." He gave me a swift glance, and walked up and down the room for a while in silence.

Presently he halted in front of me.
"Look here, Simon, you're a beast, but"-- he smiled frankly at the quotation--"you're a just beast.

You oughtn't to rub it in like that about Lola until you have seen her yourself.

It isn't fair." "You speak now in language distinctly approaching that of reason," I remarked.

"What do you want me to do ?" "Come with me this afternoon and see her." My young friend had me nicely in the trap.