Miss Silvester's my business--not yours." "Gently, Geoffrey! Don't forget that I have been mixed up in that business--without seeking it myself." "There's no fear of my forgetting.

You have cast it in my teeth often enough." "Cast it in your teeth ?" "Yes! Am I never to hear the last of my obligation to you?
The devil take the obligation! I'm sick of the sound of it." There was a spirit in Arnold--not easily brought to the surface, through the overlying simplicity and good-humor of his ordinary character--which, once roused, was a spirit not readily quelled.
Geoffrey had roused it at last.
"When you come to your senses," he said, "I'll remember old times--and receive your apology.

Till you _do_ come to your senses, go your way by yourself.

I have no more to say to you." Geoffrey set his teeth, and came one step nearer.

Arnold's eyes met his, with a look which steadily and firmly challenged him--though he was the stronger man of the two--to force the quarrel a step further, if he dared.