But why do you leave me to
tell the story, Dick?"
Dick clenched his fists, and, muttering something, turned and ascended
the gallery above the screen. Viviette followed him.
"You're not doing it at all nicely. I don't think you want to."
"Can you wonder at that?" he said hoarsely.
Viviette played deliciously with the fire.
"Why, aren't we intelligent enough for you?" she asked with childish
innocence.
"You know what I mean."
"I haven't the faintest idea. All I know is that you may as well be
polite, at any rate."
He laughed. Ordinarily he had little sense of humour; but now he had the
flames in his heart and the hell in his throat, and red mist before
his eyes.
"Oh, I'll be polite," he growled. "By God, I'll be polite! One may be
suffering the tortures of the damned, but one must smirk and be polite!"
He snatched up the first thing to hand, a helmet that stood on a case,
and brought it down below the screen.
"Katherine, Viviette says I'm not delivering my lecture properly. I beg
your pardon.
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