“I will not listen!” said I excitedly. “Do you listen now to me, for I mean to have my way with you — say what you may — — ”

“I know — I know — but you have done too much already — — ”

“I have done nothing! Listen! I have bespoken trifles of no value — nothing more — stockings, and shifts, and stays, and powder-puffs, and other articles — — ”

“I will not suffer this!” she said, an angry colour in her cheeks.

“You suffer now — for lack even of handkerchiefs! I must insist — — ”

“Euan! My shifts and stays and stockings are none of your affair!”