“Yes, I.”
“Why, you're as bad as I am—in fact, worse.”
“Well, at any rate, it shall go no further. That I am resolved on.”
“Look out,” cried Leon; “don't tempt me too far. I'll remember this, by Heaven! I'll not forget that you have threatened to betray me.”
“I don't care. You are a coward, Leon, and you know it. You are afraid of that brave girl. Miss Dalton can take care of herself.”
“Miss Dalton! Pooh!—Mrs. Dudleigh, you mean.”
“Leon, you drive me to frenzy,” cried Lieutenant Dudleigh, in a wild, impatient voice.
“And you—what are you!” cried Leon, morosely. “Are you not always tormenting me? Do you think that I'm going to stand you and your whims forever? Look out! This is more of a marriage than you think.”
“Marriage!” cried the other, in a voice of scorn.
“Never mind. I'll go with my wife,” said Leon.