"
"You began the row," Tudor doggedly asserted. "You gave me to understand
that it was time for me to go. You fired me out of your house, in short.
And then you have the cheek to want to know why I am starting the row. It
won't do, I tell you. You started it, and I am going to see it through."
Sheldon smiled tolerantly and proceeded to light a cigarette. But Tudor
was not to be turned aside.
"You started this row," he urged.
"There isn't any row. It takes two to make a row, and I, for one, refuse
to have anything to do with such tomfoolery."
"You started it, I say, and I'll tell you why you started it."
"I fancy you've been drinking," Sheldon interposed. "It's the only
explanation I can find for your unreasonableness."
"And I'll tell you why you started it. It wasn't silliness on your part
to exaggerate this little trifle of love-making into something serious. I
was poaching on your preserves, and you wanted to get rid of me. It was
all very nice and snug here, you and the girl, until I came along. And
now you're jealous--that's it, jealousy--and want me out of it. But I
won't go."
"Then stay on by all means. I won't quarrel with you about it. Make
yourself comfortable. Stay for a year, if you wish."
"She's not your wife," Tudor continued, as though the other had not
spoken.
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