"The man's not overcharging much--if any," she said in an undertone.
"You're saying that because you hate scenes," replied Josh loudly.

"You go on into the house.

I'll take care of this hound." Margaret retreated within the parsonage gate; her very soul was sick.
She longed for the ground to open and swallow her forever.

It would be bad enough for a man to make such an exhibition at any time; but to make it when he was about to be married!--and in such circumstances!--to squabble and scream over a paltry dollar or so! "Here's a policeman!" cried Craig.

"Now, you thief, we'll see!" The cabman sprang down from his seat.