"Oh! Damnation and damnation!"
Then he shied the paper into the corner of the room and pushed his plate from him.
"Damn the whole scheme of things!" he said, and met the blank amazement of Marjorie's eye.
"Behrens!" he said with an air of explanation.
"Behrens?" she echoed with a note of inquiry.
"He's doing my stuff!"
He sat darkling for a time and then hit the table with his fist so hard that the breakfast things seemed to jump together—to Marjorie's infinite amazement. "I can't stand it!" he said.
She waited some moments. "I don't understand," she began. "What has he done?"
"Oh!" was Trafford's answer. He got up, recovered the crumpled paper and stood reading. "Fool and thief," he said.
Marjorie was amazed beyond measure. She felt as though she had been effaced from Trafford's life. "Ugh!" he cried and slapped back the Bulletin into the corner with quite needless violence. He became aware of Marjorie again.