"Miss Patterson, I implore you to give me those scraps of paper. It may still not be too late to piece them together, and so save you from consequences of whose gravity you have no notion."
Once more the young gentleman interposed.
"Steady, Mr. Wilkes, steady!"
"Remove your hand from my shoulder, sir! You are only making your position every moment more and more serious!"
Again the lady spoke.
"To use a phrase of which you seem to be rather fond, Mr. Wilkes, in a legal sense, I believe this is my room. I must ask you to leave it at once."
"Not before you have given me those scraps of paper, Miss Patterson!"
"If you won't go, I shall reluctantly have to ask Mr. Elmore to put you out, and, in doing so, to use no more violence than is necessary."
"I entreat you, Miss Patterson, to accept sound advice, and to do something which may permit of my repairing the mischief you have caused. Give me those scraps of paper."
"Rodney, will you please put Mr. Wilkes out? But please don't hurt him!"