Finally he assisted in cloaking and shawling the ladies, seeing them to their carriages, and bidding them condescending good nights.
For himself, however, he had not a good night, being haunted with the demons of jealousy and discontent.

As soon as Netta and he were alone, he addressed her in very different tones from those which he had called forth for the ladies of the concert-room.
'Netta, why do you let Dancy pay you such attentions ?' he began, with a scowling brow and flashing eye.
'Why does Mme.

Duvet let you pay her such attention ?' was Netta's instant reply.
Now Netta was too well pleased with herself, and the effect of her beauty on others, to endure being snubbed, and was very angry that Howel was not pleased also.
'Don't be a fool, Netta.

You know Madame Duvet is doing all she can to catch Owen.' 'Oh! jealous are you?
Well, there were plenty of other ladies who let you pay them attention; why was that I wonder ?' 'I tell you what it is, Netta, I won't allow Dancy to devote himself to you as he does.' 'Then you had better tell him so, I ain't going to do it; he's your friend, and if he admires me, I think you ought to be proud of it.' 'You did nothing but flirt and giggle with him all the evening.

What with you on one side and my mother on the other, I thought I must have left the room.' 'Giggle, indeed; I don't know what you mean, sir; you never eused to say I giggled.' 'Can't you say _used_, and not _eused_, you will never cease to be provincial,' 'Other folks are provincial, I think, besides me.