If you cannot command your senseless jealousy here, you never would anywhere else.' He made an effort to say something; seemed to abandon it; again tried, and spoke in a thick, unnatural voice.
'Can you honestly repeat to me what Barfoot was saying to-day, when you were on the seat together ?' Monica's eyes flashed.
'I could; every word.

But I shall not try to do so.' 'Not if I beseech you to, Monica?
To put my mind at rest--' 'No.

When I tell you that you might have heard every syllable, I have said all that I shall.' It mortified him profoundly that he should have been driven to make so humiliating a request.

He threw himself into a chair and hid his face, sitting thus for a long time in the hope that Monica would be moved to compassion.

But when she rose it was only to retire for the night.