"I don't care what time it is. Go away."
"I will not go. You are demented—or you are wicked beyond believing."
"Go away!"
"I will not. What, in God's name, is the matter?"
"Theodora!" he shrieked, as he flung his arms upward.
"O, it is Theodora, is it? I thought so."
"She has left me, left me forever! She has gone, and taken my little Davie with her."
"Just what I expected."
"Just what you drove her to."
"Has that black-a-visored dandy staying at the Oliphants' gone with her?"