"Why, didn't he know her?"

"Of course he knew her, but that doesn't give him a right to come up
and enter into a long conversation when I am with her. I wish I had
knocked him down."

"He might have knocked you down."

"A glass of bitter, miss."

"I should have had to take my chance of that. In London people don't
seem to me to mind whom they speak to--a low-bred Irishman, who never
spoke to a lady until he left his own country."

"Oh! what a rage we are in."

"No, I am not in a rage," said Frank, who at that moment felt the
folly of these confidences. "I don't care a hang. It isn't as if it
were a woman I cared about. Had it been you--"

"Get along, don't you tell me."

"I assure you I speak only in a general way, and you must admit that
if you go out with a fellow it would not be nice of you to begin
talking to some one else."

"Oh! I never do that."

"There, then you admit I was right, I was sure you would; I don't care