"I suppose I shall have to go," he said, sullenly.

"My allowance is too beastly small to have him cutting it; and the old shark would do that very thing; he'd take delight in doing it, confound him! Well, he knows what we think of him, that's some comfort." She did not answer.

He looked at her curiously.
"Why, hang it all, Caro!" he exclaimed in disgust; "what ails you?
Blessed if I sha'n't begin to believe you're sorry he's gone.

You act as if you were." "No, I'm not.

Of course I'm not.