Unpack that bag!" she insisted.
"But--but there is nothing in it except samples of marble--" "What!" she exclaimed nervously.

"_What_ did you say?
Samples of _marble_ ?" "Marble, madam! Georgia marble!" "Oh! So _you_ are the young man who goes about pretending to peddle Georgia marble from samples! Are you?
The famous marble man I have heard of." "I?
Madam, I don't know what you mean!" "Come!" she said scornfully; "let me see the contents of that suit case.
I--I am not afraid of you; I am not a bit afraid of you.

And I shall catch your accomplice, too." "Madam, you speak like an honest woman! You _must_ have managed to enter the wrong house.

This is number thirty-eight, where I live." "It is number thirty-six; my house!" "But I _know_ it is number thirty-eight; Mr.Lee's house," he protested hopefully.

"This is some dreadful mistake." "Mr.Lee's house is next door," she said.