“Take my word for it, you are mistaken in him,” he said.
“I neither value nor ask your opinion of him,” returned Arctura. “I merely acquaint you with the fact that he is my friend.”
“Here’s the devil and all to pay!” thought Forgue.
“I beg your pardon,” he said: “you do not know him as I do!”
“Not?—and with so much better opportunity of judging!”
“He has never played the dominie with you!” said Forgue foolishly.
“Indeed he has!”
“He has! Confound his insolence! How?”
“He won’t let me study as I want.—How has he interfered with you?”
“We won’t quarrel about him,” rejoined Forgue, attempting a tone of gaiety, but instantly growing serious. “We who ought to be so much to each other—”