"You cad! you cad!" she panted.
"I never thought you'd bite," he said, looking at his bleeding hand ruefully. "That ain't much like a lady, according to my idea."
"You filthy cad! To hit a woman!"
"Gee, I didn't hit you. You smacked my face and kicked my shins, and you bit my hand. And now you say I hit you."
He picked up his pipe from the table and mechanically rammed the tobacco down with his thumb and looked about for a match.
"You beast! I hate you!"
In the height of her passion she unconsciously began twisting up the loosened strand of her hair.
"I don't care about that, so long as you wash them cups."
With a furious gesture she swept the table clean.
"Look!" she screamed, as cups, saucers, plates and teapot broke into a thousand pieces at his feet.