'Now, don't let's have any quarrelling. Stick to business. Time's precious. Go on with your story.'
The lady turned and rent him.
'I will not go on with my story for you. What business of yours is my story, you dirty Jew?'
Mr Burton smiled benignly.
'Personalities! personalities! Don't call the man a Jew, my dear. Cox is no Jew; he's an anti-Semite. Continue your story for me, my love.'
Miss Casata complied with his request, although not in the most gracious manner.
'Do not call me your love, or you will be sorry. As Mr Holland was taking the ring out of the box, she came in--'
'And caught him at it? It must have been exciting. Wicked Guy!'
'He wished to give it to her back again, but she said, "Go, and take it with you." He took it, and went. Then, when he had gone, she began to laugh. She kept on laughing--it was true laughter, not false--as if it was the best joke in the world, and she said, "Poor Guy, how disappointed he will be!"'
'You notice things.'