First of all I was chased by a bull, and then--" Mr.Fogo told his story incoherently.
The angry red left Tamsin's cheek, and a look of disdain succeeded.
"And you," she said very slowly, when he had finished, "think you are able to despise womankind." It was Mr.Fogo's turn to grow red.
"And to put up a board," she continued, "with that silly Notice upon it--you and that great baby Caleb Trotter--setting all women at naught, when you never ought to be beyond tether of their apron-strings.

Why, only this morning you'd have caught a sun-stroke if I hadn't spread your umbrella over you." "Did you do that ?" "And who else do you suppose?
A man, perhaps?
Why, there isn't a man in the world would have had the sense--'less it was Peter or Paul," she added, with a sudden softening of voice, "and they're women in everything but strength.

And now," she went on, "as I am going that way, I suppose you'll want me to see you home.

Will you walk in front or behind, for doubtless you're above walking beside a woman ?" "I think you are treating me very hardly." "Maybe I am, and maybe I meant to.

Maybe you didn't know that that Notice of yours might hurt people's feelings.