Then he looked at Jean, and from her to the director.
Robert Grant Burns gave a sweeping, downward gesture with both hands,--a gesture which his company knew well,--and came toward Jean.
"You may not know it," he began in a repressed tone, "but we're in a hurry.

We've got work to do.

We ain't here on any pleasure excursion, and you'll be doing me a favor by getting out of the scene so we can go on with our work." Jean sat still upon the bench and looked at him.

"I suppose so; but why should I be doing you favors?
You haven't seemed to appreciate them, so far.

Of course, I dislike to seem disobliging, or anything like that, but your tone and manner would not make any one very enthusiastic about pleasing you, Mr.Burns.In fact, I don't see why you aren't apologizing for being here, instead of ordering me about as if I worked for you.