That's the way they do it in the plays."
"Madam, your impertinence is growing beyond sufferance. I cannot endure
it."
"That's a mighty great pity, now, for you can't cure it."
"St. Mary! I will bear this no longer."
"Then I'm afraid you'll have to emigrate!"
"I'll commit suicide."
"That's you! Do! I should like very well to wear bombazine this cold
weather. Please do it at once, too, if you're going to, for I should
rather be out of deep mourning by midsummer!"
"By heaven, I will pay you for this."
"Any time at your convenience, Dr. Grimshaw! And I shall be ready to
give you a receipt in full upon the spot!" said the elf, rising.
"Anything else in my line this morning, Dr. Grimshaw? Give me a call
when you come my way! I shall be much obliged for your patronage," she
continued, curtseying and dancing off toward the door. "By the way, my
dear sir, there is a lecture to be delivered this evening by our gifted
young fellow-citizen, Mr. Thurston Willcoxen. Going to hear him? I am!
Good-day!" she said, and kissed her hand and vanished.
Grim was going crazy! Everybody said it, and what everybody says has
ever been universally received as indisputable testimony. Many people,
indeed, averred that Grim never had been quite right--that he always had
been queer, and that since his mad marriage with that flighty bit of a
child, Jacquelina, he had been queerer than ever.
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