"Run upstairs and put on a party dress while I wait for you.

You don't understand how much I want you to come along to this dance." His words were a little thick and stumbling.
"Hush! Don't you see someone has come?
You've been drinking; and you're sickening to me." "I don't care if someone is there! Let 'em hear, Louise.

Let all the world hear, let your father hear, let anybody hear! Because I love you, and so you must come to the dance." Suddenly his tone changed to an angry hiss.

"You've been treating me like a cur, refusing to see me or go with me, and not letting me come here.

I came to-night! I've stood for enough from you; you can't play me for a fool any longer.
And you're going to marry me, too." Bryant perceived by the lamplight of the doorway that the fellow had snatched her hand, that the two were struggling.