"Good-bye, Miss Wilming.

Thank you for asking me." She held out her hand, uncertainly; he took it with a manner so gentle and considerate that she ventured, hesitatingly, something about seeing him again.

To which he replied, pleasantly conventional, and started toward the door.
"See here, Hamil," said Malcourt sharply, "is there any reason for your sudden and deliberate rudeness to me ?" "Is there any reason for your sudden and deliberate familiarity with me ?" retorted Hamil in a low voice.

"You're drunk!" Malcourt's visage crimsoned: "O hell!" he said, "if your morals are as lofty as your mincing manners--" Hamil stared him into silence, hesitated, then passed in front of him and out of the door.
Vicious with irritation, Malcourt laid his hand on the girl's arm: "Take it from me, Dolly, that's the sort of citizen who'll sneak around to call on your sort Saturday evenings." She flushed painfully, but said nothing.

"As for me," added Malcourt, "I don't think I've quite finished with this nice young man." But Dolly Wilming stood silent, head bent, slender fingers worrying her lips, which seemed inclined to quiver..