But--horribly weak, as if I were going to faint in a minute or two--and I don't give a damn for anything." There was a personal fling in that last word, an insinuation that he knew her state of mind toward him, and reciprocated.
"Well, to-morrow Janet and her baby will be here," said Mrs.Whitney, and her soothing tones seemed to stimulate him by irritation.

"Then we'll all go down to Saint X together, if you still wish it." "Don't take that tone with me, I tell you!" he said with some energy in his drawl.

"_Don't_ talk to me as if you were hanging over my deathbed lying to me about my going to live!" And he closed his eyes, and his breath made his parted, languid lips flutter.
"Mr.Vagen," said Matilda, in her tone of sweet graciousness, "may I trouble you to go and--" "Go to the devil, Vagen," said Charles, starting up again that slow stream of fainting words and sentences.

"Anywhere to get you out of the room so you won't fill the flapping ears of your friends with gossip about Whitney and his wife.

Though why she should send you out I can't understand.