I saw instead the Major's future prima donna standing just inside the door, with her round eyes steadily fixed on me.
"I can stand a good deal," the girl began, coolly, "but I can't stand _this_ any longer ?" "What is it that you can't stand any longer ?" I asked.
"If you have been here a minute, you have been here two good hours," she went on.

"All by yourself in the Major's study.

I am of a jealous disposition--I am.

And I want to know what it means." She advanced a few steps nearer to me, with a heightening color and a threatening look.

"Is he going to bring _you_ out on the stage ?" she asked, sharply.
"Certainly not." "He ain't in love with you, is he ?" Under other circumstances I might have told her to leave the room.