The cheek! I told you I was home to nobody, nobody! she shrieked.
He hab heard. . . .
What the hell . . . Tell him to get out.
Desdemona was propitiatory. He hab brought a chinchilly coat.
Tell him to leave the coat and get out! Zimbule's face was pale with fury.
Desdemona left the room. The phonograph disk continued to revolve: Ta-ta-ta-ta, Bandanna Land! The door reopened slowly. Zimbule, in a towering passion, advanced to meet the intruder. Harold watched the moving door with his eyes. It was not Desdemona who entered, but Cupid Lorillard, a heavy, expensive chinchilla coat over his arm. Ta-ta-ta-ta, Bandanna Land!
