Billy Westlake strode off a little way toward the bowling shed, stopped and lit a cigarette, took two or three puffs, started on, stopped again, then threw the cigarette to the ground with quite unnecessary vigor, and stamped on it.

Miss Hastings, without adieus of any sort, glided swiftly away in the direction of Billy, and then a dim glimmer of understanding came to Sam Turner that only Miss Stevens had stood in the way of Miss Hastings' capture of Billy Westlake.

He wasted no time over this thought, however, but strode very swiftly and determinedly up to Miss Josephine.
"I'm glad to find you alone," he said; "I want to make an explanation." "Don't bother about it," she told him frigidly.

"You owe me no explanations whatsoever, Mr.Turner." "I'm going to make them anyhow," he declared.

"You saw me twice this afternoon in utterly asinine situations." "I remember of no such situations," she stated still frigidly, and started to move on toward the house.
"But wait a minute," said Sam, catching her by the arm and detaining her.