But manlike he did a frightfully human and earthly thing; he knocked his foot against an empty coal-oil can, and stood betrayed in his purpose of flight.
She turned her head and looked at him like one just waking from a too-vivid dream.

She frowned, and then she smiled with a little ironical twist to her soft curving lips.
"You heard what I said about piffling human beings ?" she asked him sweetly.

"That is your catalogue number.

Why for goodness' sake! With your hair done in that marcelle pompadour, and that grin, you look exactly like Jack Corey, that Los Angeles boy that all the girls were simply crazy about, till he turned out to be such a perfectly terrible villain!".