“N—no. Not vulgarer than anybody else. He couldnt be that.”
“Sherry and soda, Marian?” said Marmaduke, approaching.
“No, thank you, Marmaduke. Get Nelly something.”
“As Miss McQuinch and I are no longer on speaking terms, I leave her to the care of yonder scientific amateur, who has just refused, on teetotal grounds, to pledge the Rev. George in a glass of eighteen shilling sherry.”
“Dont be silly, Marmaduke. Bring Nelly some soda water.”
“Do nothing of the sort,” said Miss McQuinch.
Marmaduke bowed and retired.
“What is the matter between you and Duke now?” said Marian.
“Nothing. I told him I loathed him.”
“Oh! I dont wonder at his being a little huffed. How can you say things you dont mean?”