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Maurice and David, divided one against the other by their passion for the same woman, united in a feeling of rage and contempt against this interloper, who dared to make a third in their worship of Isabella. They looked at Etwald, they looked at one another, and finally both began to laugh. Jen frowned at the sound of their mirth, but Etwald, in nowise discomposed, sat unsmiling in his seat waiting for further developments.,"My word!" breathed Patricia, stirred and chilled in spite of herself. "They're doing it brown this time!","No; I understand. You have explained the affair of the handkerchief clearly. All the points have been elucidated save that dealing with the perfume.","She has nothing to do with the matter," replied Jen, surprised at the agitation of the young man. "It was Battersea who found it. He offered it for sale to Lady Meg, and she brought it and the tramp to me.",Here Maurice set down his cup with a crash, and strode across the room, where he faced Etwald in no very pleasant frame of mind.,"Baal! the wand of sleep! the bringer of death!","But what does she mean by it. Uncle Jen? Didn't you wish me to marry Isabella?","Return to my house and see Etwald!","I doubt it. But will you see Dido or shall I send her away?","'An Arabian Nights Entertainment,'" read Patricia, mumbling in her haste. "'No guests admitted unless in costume' … m-m-m-m … 'The Sultan Haroun-al-Raschid' … Oh, I see! We can rig up in anything we choose,—so that it looks sort of Turkish. Dee-licious! I know what to do with my rose-colored cloak right now!","I am afraid you will have your trouble for nothing," rejoined Etwald, coolly. "Moreover, you can't arrest me without actual proof.","Oh!" The major considered a moment, and his thoughts were anything but benevolent toward David. "I can guess why he told you.".