"Don't you? Well, I will try to make myself understood."
"Go on, then, and be quick about it. I'm dead tired."
"I have stood by you for five years, have I not, Jack Farley?" demanded the woman, fixing her large, dark eyes firmly on those of her companion.
"Well, what of that?" growled the man. "It has been to your interest to do so, hasn't it? Have you ever had a decent engagement that I have not obtained for you? And haven't I stuck to you, too? See here, Olga, I am in no mood for recriminations this morning, and you may as well quit just where you are. I see you are going to have one of your tantrums; well, you can have it all by yourself."
Farley rose to leave the room, but his companion placed herself between him and the door.
"Wait," she said, in a strange, hard tone.
"What's the matter with you to-night?" demanded Farley. "Have you gone crazy?"
"Perhaps. At any rate, I will compel you to listen to me."
"You will compel me?" sneered the man. "And how do you propose to do that?"
"Do you see this?"