"Oh, Guy, please,--don't go back to that horrible little shanty on the sand! I got a room all ready for you yesterday--if you will only use it." He turned to her.

For a second his look was upon her also, and it seemed to her in that moment that she and Burke had united cruelly to bait some desperate animal.

It sent such a shock through her that she shrank in spite of herself.
And then for the first time she heard Guy laugh, and it was a sound more dreadful than his cough had been, a catching, painful sound that was more like a cry--the hunger-cry of a prowling beast of the desert.
He got up as he uttered it, and stretched his arms above his head.
She saw that his hands were clenched.
"Oh, don't overdo it, I say!" he begged.

"Hospitality is all very well, but it can be carried too far.

Ask Burke if it can't! Besides, two's company and three's the deuce.