Jack Haines was becoming really charming. I had always known he could be pleasant. I was only just beginning to realise how pleasant he could be when he tried.
"Mr. Haines, are you stark mad?"
"Woman!"
"Sit down."
He was raging like a wild bull about the room.
"Why should I sit down?" He threw up his hands. "I warn you against that man!"
"Sit down!"
I pointed to a chair. He sat down--I knew he would--and he looked as if he would like to eat me for forcing him to do it.
"Now, Mr. Haines, if you feel that you have, to a certain extent, mastered your excitement, perhaps you will be so good as to tell me what is the meaning of your behaviour."
"Nelly----"