“Why won’t you?” she asked peevishly. “Even if you won’t dine? What
have I done? Why am I doomed? Cursed.…”
“My dear Miss Favarger!…”
“Miss Favarger be blowed!” She spoke like a school-girl. She caught,
as a monkey does, at the lapel of his coat--fumbled at it.…
“For God’s sake,” she said, “don’t insult me so! Come in for a
moment!”