“Sir, I desire to pass out at that door.”
“I positively forbid your passing out at that door.”
“Sir!” gasped she, almost overcome by her angry passions.
“Miss Hasbrouk!” replied he, bowing.
“You are no gentleman!”
“When I came here I regarded you as a lady, and one of the brightest ornaments of your sex. What I think now I shall keep to myself.”
“I shall go mad!”
“I hope not; though I fear you have been tending in that direction for the last hour.”
“Major Riggleston!” cried she, turning to her lover, “will you stand there and permit me to be insulted in this manner?”
“Major Riggleston will stand there. If he moves hand or foot, or opens his mouth to speak, I will blow his brains out. He is a villain and a traitor, and of course he is a coward!”