"What sort of sensation is it," he asked, "when you shake hands with a man whom you hate?""I really can't tell you," I answered innocently; "I have never done such a thing.""You would not lunch with me at Sandwich," he protested; "and, after the humblest apology on my part, you won't forgive me for what I did this morning. Do you expect me to believe that I am not the special object of your antipathy? I wish I had never met with you! At my age, a man gets angry when he is treated cruelly and doesn't deserve it. You don't understand that, I dare say.""Oh, yes, I do. I heard what you said about me to Mrs. Fosdyke, and I heard you bang the door when you got out of my way."He received this reply with every appearance of satisfaction. "So you listened, did you? I'm glad to hear that.""Why?"
