"Frank!"
"Yes," I said, testily.
I felt very angry with her for her attentions to Horner and Mawley, and,
as I thought, neglect of me; so, I wished to let her know it.
"Frank," she repeated, "didn't you mean that song at me?"
"Yes, I did," I replied, very grumpily.
"Foolish fellow!" she said; "what a very bad opinion you must have of
me, although I did not know my eyes were blue before! You said the
other night they were grey," and she smiled bewitchingly. But, I
wouldn't be coaxed into good humour.
"Ce m'est egal," I answered coldly, "whatever they are."
"You are very cross!" she said pettishly; "I will go and talk to Mr
Mawley, until you get into a better mood, sir, and are more amiable."
"I'm sure," said I, loftily, "that I would not be the means of depriving
you of his valuable and entertaining society."
Min laughed provokingly. "At all events," she said, "he is not cross
with me about nothing; and _some_ people might learn better manners from
him, Mr Lorton!"
"Pray do not let me detain you from such a charming companion, Miss
Clyde," I said, with distant politeness.
"Even poor Mr Horner can be agreeable and amusing, and _you_ won't even
try to be. I will go to him," she continued, still striving to get me
to be more sociable; but I was obstinate and ill-tempered.
An angel would not have pacified me. How could I have been so rude to
her?