"I want you to write to the women who opened my wife's trunks, and ruined her clothing, and stole her jewelry, or I——"
"Don't you dare to throw 'or' at me. I can say 'or' as big as you. What before earth and heaven are you saying!"
"That my rooms have been entered, my wife's trunks broken open——"
"You have said that once already! I had the Dalkeiths in my spare rooms. Was I to turn the Crawfords and the Lairds on to the sidewalk because your rooms had been refurnished for Dora Newton?"
"Campbell is my wife's name."
"I thank God your kindred had the first use of your rooms! You ought to be glad of the circumstance. And pray, what harm is there in opening a bride's trunks?"
"Only burglary."
"Don't be a tenfold fool. A bride's costumes are always examined by her women kin and friends. My trunks were all opened by the Campbells before your father brought me home. Every Scotch bride expects it, and if you have married a poor, silly English girl, who knows nothing of the ways and manners of your native country, I am not to blame."
"Let me tell you——"
"Let me finish, sir. I wish to say there was nothing in Dora Newton's trunks worth looking at—home-made gowns, and the like."