"Why did you give that photograph to--" "Confound it!" cried Mallow, jumping up, "I did no such thing.

I knew Maraquito only as the keeper of the gambling house.

There was nothing between--" "Don't, sir," said Susan, rising in her turn with a flush of jealousy.
"I saw her kissing the photograph." "Then she must be crazy," cried Mallow: "I never gave her any occasion to behave so foolishly.

For months I have been engaged, and--" he here became aware that he was acting foolishly in talking like this to a love-sick servant, and turned on his heel abruptly.

"I'll go in the next room," said he, "call me when you wish for my presence, Jennings.
I can't possibly stay and listen to this rubbish," and going out, he banged the door, thereby bringing a fresh burst of tears from Susan Grant.