"No, no. 'Cos you're the worst devil of the lot. Decoyed me to this damn place."
"Tony, I'm so sorry," her hand fell on his sleeve, but he drew away.
"Don't come near me. Don't touch me. I mustn't be touched."
"Then I'll sit over here," said she.
"Yes, there. No, get out. Leave me alone, d'y' hear?" His voice pitched up high and imperative, but as suddenly dropped again. "I beg your pardon. I'm not much of a man to talk to a woman jus' now."
"I think you're a very fine man, Tony."
"Ha! Yes. A devil of a fellow!"
"But so stubborn," she whispered.
"There you go," he cried. "I knew it. I knew you came here for that."
"Tony! Tony!" she implored. "This has gone too far. You've been splendid, but what's the use. Just think, my dear, how rich you'd be."