In a vile temper.

I wonder whether he really has lost money, and won't confess?
Yet I don't think so.

Queer old stick.' 'By-the-bye, what _is_ his age ?' asked Alma unconcernedly.
'Thirty-seven or eight.

But I always think of him as fifty.' 'I suppose he'll never marry ?' 'Rolfe?
Good heavens, no! Too much sense--hang it, you know what I mean! It would never suit _him_.

Can't imagine such a thing.