How dare you ?" "You deserve it for being jealous of me," said Agatha.
Jane's eyes dilated angrily.

"I!--I!--jealous of you!" She looked round, as if for a missile.

Not finding one, she sat down again, and said in a voice stifled with tears, "J--Jealous of YOU, indeed!" "You have good reason to be, for he is fonder of me than of you." Jane opened her mouth and eyes convulsively, but only uttered a gasp, and Agatha proceeded calmly, "I am polite to him, which you never are.

When he speaks to me I allow him to finish his sentence without expressing, as you do, a foregone conclusion that it is not worth attending to.

I do not yawn and talk whilst he is singing.