She thinks you were perfectly enthralled by the mummies and dried cats and chunks of stone and all the other trash.

She doesn't know what humbugs men are." "Really, Miss Oman--" I began.
"Oh, don't talk to me!" she snapped.

"I can see it all.

You can't impose on _me_.

I can see you staring into those glass cases, egging her on to talk and listening open-mouthed and bulging-eyed and sitting at her feet--now, didn't you ?" "I don't know about sitting at her feet," I said, "though it might easily have come to that with those infernal slippery floors; but I had a very jolly time, and I mean to go again if I can.