Barbara and I protested, growing warmer in our protestations as the argument continued.

Nothing would give us such unimaginable pleasure as to entertain Mrs.Prescott.
Liosha laid her hand on Jaffery's arm.
"But why shouldn't they have me?
When a stranger asks for hospitality in Albania he is invited to walk right in and own the place.

Is it refused in England ?" "Strangers don't ask," growled Jaffery.
"It would make life much more pleasant if they did," said Barbara, smiling.

"Mrs.Prescott, this bear of a guardian or trustee or whatever he is of yours, makes a terrible noise--but he's quite harmless." "I know that," said Liosha.
"He does what I tell him," the little lady continued, drawing herself up majestically beside Jaffery's great bulk.

"He's going to stay here, and so will you, if you will so far honour us." Liosha rose and bowed.