I was seeing red all the time.

And at night something happened that touched me off like an exploded train of gunpowder.

Has Tudor told you about it yet?
Doubtless he will.

I tried to murder him, and succeeded in cracking his eye-glass.
Banal, wasn't it?
And I have an uneasy feeling that he came out top-dog after all, confound him! "Avery, whomever else you have no use for, I know you're not in love with him, and in my saner moments I realize that you never could be.

But I wasn't sane just then.