"Anyhow, you'll take the infernal fellow away now and never bring him here again."
"It's Hilary's house, not yours," she remarked, looking straight before her.
"Well, ask him."
"I will. Hilary!"
At her hail and beckon I left the terrace where Mr. Fendihook had been discoursing irrepressibly on the Bohemian advantages of widowhood to a quivering Doria, and advanced to meet her, a flushed and bright-eyed Juno.
"Would you like me to bring Ras Fendihook here again?"
"Tell her straight," said Jaffery.
Even Susan, looking from one to the other, would have been conscious of storms. I took her hand.
"My dear Liosha," said I, "our social system is so complicated that it is no wonder you don't appreciate the more delicate ramifications—"
"Oh! Talk sense to her," growled Jaffery.