17/21 You keep cutting me off just as I am saying how I--" "You need go no further, Sir," said Miss Newt, coldly, rising and standing by the table; while Zephyr Wetherley, red and hot and confused, crushed his handkerchief into a ball, and swept his hand through his hair, wagging his foot, and rubbing his fingers together. "I understand, Sir, what you wish to say, and I desire to tell you only--" "Just what I don't want to hear! Oh dear me! Please, please, Miss Newt!" entreated Zephyr Wetherley. I desire to spare you the pain of my answer to that question by preventing your asking it." Mr.Wetherley was confounded. He wrinkled his brows doubtfully a moment--he stared at the floor and at Miss Newt--he looked foolish and mortified. "But--but--but--" stammered he. |