"My dear brother, before you knock me down, will you permit me to suggest that your tie is still in a shocking condition?"
He gave her one look--such a look! Then he went to the looking-glass and arranged his tie. Then he turned to her.
"Will that do?"
"It is better."
"Now, will you give me that bag--at once?"
"Bag? What bag?"
"You know very well what bag I mean--the one you took from my room."
"The one I took from your room?"
"I told you not to take it. I warned you it wasn't mine. I informed you that I was its involuntary custodian. And yet, in spite of all I could say--of all I could urge, with a woman's lax sense of the difference between meum and tuum, you insisted on removing it from my custody. The sole reparation you can make is to return it at once--upon the instant."
She observed him with growing amazement--as well she might. She subsided into an armchair.