Olenski was ready to make over to her if she returned—why, what the devil do YOU mean, my dear boy, by asking me what I mean?\" Mr. Jackson good-humouredly retorted.
Archer moved toward the mantelpiece and bent over to knock his ashes into the grate.
\"I don't know anything of Madame Olenska's private affairs; but I don't need to, to be certain that what you insinuate—\"
\"Oh, I don't: it's Lefferts, for one,\" Mr. Jackson interposed.
Olenski was ready to make over to her if she returned—why, what the devil do YOU mean, my dear boy, by asking me what I mean?\" Mr. Jackson good-humouredly retorted.
Archer moved toward the mantelpiece and bent over to knock his ashes into the grate.
\"I don't know anything of Madame Olenska's private affairs; but I don't need to, to be certain that what you insinuate—\"
\"Oh, I don't: it's Lefferts, for one,\" Mr. Jackson interposed.
