I turned back, and stood awaiting his commands.
'What do you want, Arthur ?' I said at length.
'Nothing,' replied he.

'Go!' I went, but hearing him mutter something as I was closing the door, I turned again.

It sounded very like 'confounded slut,' but I was quite willing it should be something else.
'Were you speaking, Arthur ?' I asked.
'No,' was the answer, and I shut the door and departed.

I saw nothing more of him till the following morning at breakfast, when he came down a full hour after the usual time.
'You're very late,' was my morning's salutation.
'You needn't have waited for me,' was his; and he walked up to the window again.

It was just such weather as yesterday.
'Oh, this confounded rain!' he muttered.