You might better have stayed where you were.

Does Rosenthal pay you enough to keep this up, or is somebody else footing the bills?
Now, you get your things on and be quick about it." She had been edging toward her bedroom door all this time, her eyes glaring into his with the fierceness of a cornered animal, muttering as she stepped--one word at a time: "You--have--no--right--to--come--in--here." "I haven't, haven't I?
I'd like to know who has a better right ?" he returned angrily.
"No, you have not." She was moving an inch at a time, keeping a chair between herself and Dalton, her eyes watching his every expression, her right hand stretched along the wall.
"Still at it, are you?
Well, get through, and hurry up.

I'll go where I please, and you'll come when I want you.

Everybody is inquiring for you down at the house, and I promised them you would be back to-night, and you will.

You were a fool to leave.