When, by way of comforting Jaffery, I criticised Doria's outburst, he fell upon me as though about to devour me alive.

After what he had done for her, said I, given up one of the great chances of his career, carried her bodily from London to Nice, and made her a present of a brilliant novel so as to save Adrian's memory from shame, she ought to go on her knees and pray God to shower blessings on his head.

As it was, she deserved whipping.
Jaffery called me, among other things, an amazing ass--he has an Eastern habit of, facile vituperation--and roared about the drawing-room.

The ladies, be it understood, had retired.
"You don't seem to grip the elements of the situation.

You haven't the intelligence of a rabbit.