"Now, please don't cry," he said to her.
"Cry ?" she exclaimed.

Her dry, burning eyes blazed at him.
"Your eyes were so bright," laughed he, "that I thought they were full of tears." "If you are a gentleman you will leave this hansom at once." "Don't talk nonsense," said he.

"You know perfectly well I'll not leave.
You know perfectly well I'll say what I've got to say to you, and that no power on earth can prevent me.

That's why you didn't give way to your impulse to make a scene when I followed you into this trap." She was busy with her hat and veil.
"Can I help you ?" said he with a great show of politeness that was ridiculously out of harmony with him in every way.

That, and the absurdity of Josh Craig, of all men, helping a woman in the delicate task of adjusting a hat and veil, struck her as so ludicrous that she laughed hysterically; her effort to make the laughter appear an outburst of derisive, withering scorn was not exactly a triumph.
"Well," she presently said, "what is it you wish to say?
I have very little time." He eyed her sharply.