to swagger about), and carrying through the window to the stupid opposite houses the dry glitter of his eyes.
"I'm unspeakably disgusted. You've made me dreadfully ill," Mr. Coyle went on, looking thoroughly upset.
"I'm very sorry. It was the fear of the effect on you that kept me from speaking sooner."
"You should have spoken three months ago. Don't you know your mind from one day to the other?"
The young man for a moment said nothing. Then he replied, with a little tremor: "You're very angry with me, and I expected it. I'm awfully obliged to you for all you've done for me. I'll do anything else for you in return, but I can't do that. Every one else will let me have it, of course. I'm prepared for it—I'm prepared for everything. That's what has taken the time: to be sure I was prepared. I think it's your displeasure I feel most and regret most. But, little by little, you'll get over it."
"You'll get over it rather faster, I suppose!" Spencer Coyle satirically exclaimed.