"What's the matter?" I asked, when still he did not speak.
"Oh, Man, I'm in the most awful scrape."
"What's up?"
"I should be thankful to tell you about it, and get your advice, if—you were like you used to be."
"It's you who have changed, not I."
"No, it's you."
"Don't let's dispute about it. Tell me what's the trouble. Has that bounder been cheeking you?"
"Worse than that. He said things that made me angry, and—then I checked him."
"Just now—under this tree?"
"It began at dinner, a little. But the particular thing I'm speaking of happened here. I couldn't stand it, you know."