"Well, at least tell me what that fool wanted here."
"Have you no ears? Couldn't you hear that he has just come back from England, and is calling on his friends?"
"Do you expect me to believe that?"
"Maurice!"
"Oh, he has always been after you—since that night. It's only because he wasn't here long enough ... and his manner shows what he thinks of you ... and what he means."
"What do YOU mean? Do you wish to say it's my doing that he came here to-day?—Don't you believe me?" she demanded, as he did not answer.
"And you in that half-dressed condition!"
"Could I dress before him? How abominable you are!"
He tried to explain. "Yes. Because ... I hate the sight of the fellow.—You didn't know he was coming, did you, or you wouldn't have seen him?"
"Know he was coming!" She wrenched her hands away. "Oh! ..."