I was furious!" And he smiled.

"I suppose I was jealous!" "I suppose you were!" returned Lorimer amusedly.
"Novel sensation, isn't it?
A sort of hot, prickly, 'have-at-thee-villain' sort of thing; must be frightfully exhausting! But why you should indulge this emotion at _my_ expense is what I cannot, for the life of me, understand!" "Well," murmured Errington, rather abashed, "you see, her hands were in yours--" "As they will be again, and yet again, I trust!" said Lorimer with cheery fervor.

"Surely you'll allow me to shake hands with your wife ?" "I say, George, be quiet!" exclaimed Philip warningly, as at that moment Thelma passed the window with Pierre Duprez leaning on her arm, and her father and Macfarlane following.
She entered the room with the stately step of a young queen,--her tall, beautiful figure forming a strong contrast to that of the narrow-shouldered little Frenchman, upon whom she smiled down with an air of almost maternal protection.
"You will sit here, Monsieur Duprez," she said, leading him to the _bonde's_ arm-chair which Errington instantly vacated, "and father will bring you a good glass of wine.

And the pain will be nothing when I have attended to that cruel wound.

But I am so sorry,--so very sorry, to see you suffer!" Pierre did indeed present rather a dismal spectacle.