She would not shake hands, to show that I was forgiven.
I had stopped to the very last in order to sit out Horner.

_He_ would not budge first, and _I_ would not budge first; so now we started off together, our homeward routes being identical.
You may imagine that I felt very amicably disposed towards him.

I was ripe for a quarrel, or at least a separation; and Horner soon gave me an opening.
He began to praise Min's looks and voice, and the manner in which she had sung the songs _he_ had asked her for, including the one _he_ had given her that evening.
Really, the cool impudence of Horner was something astounding! What right had he to criticise her?
He spoke just as if she belonged to him, I assure you! This was too much, after what I had already gone through.
"Which way are you going ?" I asked him suddenly.
"Gaw-ing ?" he said, in a surprised tone.

"Why, stwaight on, of cawse-- stwaight on!" "Then, I'm going round _here_!" I said, wheeling off abruptly at a right angle from the road we had been pursuing, and going out of my way in order to get rid of him.
Flesh and blood could no longer stand his unmeaning, yet gibing platitudes.
"Bai-ey Je-ove!" he exclaimed.

"But, stawp, my deah fellah.