"I think that's the correct word; I can't find a more expressive one lying about."
"Pray who are the friends of mine that you do not like?"
"Refrain from the obvious! You haven't fifty thousand of them staying in the house just now!"
"The Chantrelles, you mean. I repeat, who invited them here? Answer me!"
She stamped her foot as she let loose her shaft. It went home this time: buried its head, rendering Dick furious. He had cursed himself a hundred times for being the cause of their presence. But for that——
"Look here, Mab, you and I don't want to quarrel."
A quarrel just then was the thing he was itching for; if he could have hit something or somebody it would have been an immense relief to his feelings; he went on:
"I have a friend; a man who saved my life! A man who devoted himself to me; but for whom, I should be now at the bottom of the sea."
"Dick!"
She hid her face in her hands. All the memories she had thrust aside, grateful memories, rushed back on her. She did not want Dick to see what she knew her face would show: horror of her own ingratitude to Masters. The recollection of all he had done for her brother flooded her.