"Explained what?" asked Sabina, looking as demure as a little brown mouse.
"Why, what did you ask me here for?"
"Lord Scoutbush should recollect that he asked himself."
"You cruel venomous creature! do you think I would have come, if I had known that I was to see another man making love to her before my very eyes? I could kill the fellow;—who is he?"
"A New York merchant, unworthy of your aristocratic powder and ball."
"The confounded Yankee!" muttered Scoutbush.
"If people swear in my house, I fine them a dozen of kid gloves. Did you not promise me that you would not make love to her yourself?"
"Well—but, it is too cruel of you, before my very eyes."
"I saw no love-making to-night."
"None? Were you blind?"