I am so demmed fatigued." "Percy!" exclaimed the young man hotly.
"Eh?
What is it ?" queried the other lazily.
"You are not going to leave me like this--without a word ?" "I have said a great many words, my good fellow.

I have said 'good night,' and remarked that I was demmed fatigued." He was standing beside the door which led to his bedroom, and now he pushed it open with his hand.
"Percy, you cannot go and leave me like this!" reiterated Armand with rapidly growing irritation.
"Like what, my dear fellow ?" queried Sir Percy with good-humoured impatience.
"Without a word--without a sign.

What have I done that you should treat me like a child, unworthy even of attention ?" Blakeney had turned back and was now facing him, towering above the slight figure of the younger man.

His face had lost none of its gracious air, and beneath their heavy lids his eyes looked down not unkindly on his friend.
"Would you have preferred it, Armand," he said quietly, "if I had said the word that your ears have heard even though my lips have not uttered it ?" "I don't understand," murmured Armand defiantly.
"What sign would you have had me make ?" continued Sir Percy, his pleasant voice falling calm and mellow on the younger man's supersensitive consciousness: "That of branding you, Marguerite's brother, as a liar and a cheat ?" "Blakeney!" retorted the other, as with flaming cheeks and wrathful eyes he took a menacing step toward his friend; "had any man but you dared to speak such words to me--" "I pray to God, Armand, that no man but I has the right to speak them." "You have no right." "Every right, my friend.

Do I not hold your oath ?...