"How wonderful!" she breathed.

"I love them.

They bring me my best thoughts." Before he could reply there came from behind the grub shack a torrent of abusive speech florid with profane language and other adornment and in a voice thick with rage.
"That's him," said Nora.

"Some one is getting it." The satisfaction in her voice and look were in sharp contrast to the look of dismay and shame that covered the burning face of her sister.

From English the voice passed into German, apparently no less vigorous or threatening.
"That's better," said Nora with a wicked glance at Romayne.