He stirred his huge bulk from the post and plunged his hands into his pockets.
"I should like to know, Liosha," said he, in a rumble like thunder, "why you have left my sister Euphemia and what you are doing here ?" "Euphemia is a damn fool," she said serenely.

"She's a freak.

She ought to go round in a show." "What have you been quarrelling about ?" he asked.
"I never quarrel," she replied, regarding him with her calm brown eyes.
"It is not dignified." "Then I repeat, most politely, Liosha--what are you doing here ?" She looked at Barbara.

"I guess it isn't right to talk of money before strangers." Barbara smiled--glanced at me rebukingly.

I pulled forward a chair and invited the lady to sit--for she had been standing and her astonishing entrance had flabbergasted ceremonious observance out of me.