Not a word could be distinguished, but the meaning was beyond doubt.

That voice was full of denunciation, of frenzied appeal, of warning.
"Who is it ?" asked Lloyd, after an unusually loud burst.
"Mr.Beals," replied Ellen, uneasily.

She wished that he would not talk so loud.
"He sounds as if he were preaching fire and brimstone," said Robert.
"No, he is talking about the labor question," replied Ellen.
Then she looked confused, for she remembered that this young man's uncle was the head of Lloyd's, that he himself would be the head of Lloyd's some day.

All at once, along with another feeling which seemed about to conquer her, came a resentment against this young man with his fine clothes and his gentle manners.

Two men passed the windows and one of them looked in, and when the electric-light flashed on his face she saw Granville Joy, and the man with him was in his shirt-sleeves.