She spoke, with marked emphasis.
A little time afterwards, when I was sitting moodily in a corner, with a book before me which I was supposed to be looking at, but whose bare title escapes my recollection, Min came to my side; and, she began overhauling some volumes of music that were piled up in a heap on the floor.
“Mr Lorton,” she said, hesitatingly.
That “Mr Lorton” set my teeth on edge.
I made no reply.
“Frank!”
“Yes,” I said, testily.
I felt very angry with her for her attentions to Horner and Mawley, and, as I thought, neglect of me; so, I wished to let her know it.
“Frank,” she repeated, “didn’t you mean that song at me?”
“Yes, I did,” I replied, very grumpily.