Then we moved on a little to where my things were.

The young man sauntered behind us, and stopped to light a cigarette.

My companion's fingers fell upon my arm.
"He is everywhere!" she murmured.

"What does he want ?" I turned round sharply and caught him in the act of inspecting my labels.

I was beginning now to lose my temper.
"May I ask," I said, standing in his way, "to what we owe--this young lady and I--your interest in us and our concerns ?" He stared at me blankly.
"I do not understand you, sir," he said.
I was foolish enough to lose my temper.