It was one of the most humiliating sensations I have experienced.

I think I have seen the individual--a thick-set, red-headed, freckled nondescript.
"What did you do it for ?" I asked.
"He wanted to make love to me," replied Carlotta.
"He is a young scamp," said I.
"What is a scamp ?" she asked sweetly.
"I am not giving you a lesson in philology," I remarked.

"Do you know that you have been behaving in a shocking manner ?" "Now you are cross with me." "Yes," I said, "infernally angry." And I was.

I expected to see her burst into tears.

She did nothing of the kind; only looked at me with irritating demureness.