“So you have been listening to this—this person's slanders? And you are going away now because you have learned that I am false? I have been offered for sale like a work of art! He has studied me dispassionately!”
Here she gave me a look whose wrathful significance I will leave you to imagine.
“Go! Go with him! You may be sure that I sha'n't ask either of you to stay!”
Never had two men a better case against a woman, and never. I am sure, have two men taken less advantage of it.
“Miss Hudson; I say—” began poor Teddy, in the tone rather of the condemned murderer than the inexorable judge.
“Don't answer me!” she cried, and turned the eyes back to me.
The tears still glistened, but anger shone through them.
“As for you—You—you—brute!”
“Pardon me,” I replied, in a reasonable tone, “the conversation you overheard was intended for another.”
“Yes,” she exclaimed, “while you are trying to force your odious attentions on me, you are attacking me all the time behind my back.”