I said to Mr.Quarrier, 'I want Sagamore,' and when he tried to give him to me, I made him take my cheque.

Now you may draw another for me at your leisure, Mr.Siward.Tell me, are you pleased ?"--for she was looking for the troubled hesitation in his face and she saw it dawning.
"Mr.Quarrier doesn't like me, you know--" "But I do," she said coolly.

"I told him how much pleasure it would give me.

That is sufficient--is it not ?--for everybody concerned." "He knew that you meant to--" "No, that concerns only you and me.

Are you trying to spoil my pleasure in what I have done ?" "I can't take the dog, Miss Landis--" "Oh," she said, vexed; "I had no idea you were vindictive--" There was a silence; he bent forward a trifle, gravely scrutinising a "hand-painted" name card, though it might not have astonished him to learn that somebody's foot had held the brush.