Evelyn was sitting at her desk in the library of the Musuem of Antiquities in Cairo. It was close to noon and she was busily making repairs on a stack of damaged books. As she applied another piece of tape to the spine of a book she began to hear footsteps coming her way, however, from her place at the back of the library she could not see who it was, so she ignored it. The footsteps continued to grow louder, however Evelyn was now so immersed in repairing a particularly damaged old book she did not even notice when they stopped all together.
"I thought I'd find you here," a loud voice from overhead replied. Evelyn jumped, nearly dropping the book, and looked up to see a very familiar face leaning over her desk.
"Well, you did Mr. O'Connell. Are you looking for something?"
"Actually I was looking for you, and Jonathan." O'Connell answered,
"You certainly have a lot of nerve Mr. O'Connell." Evelyn said, slamming her book on the desk and heading off toward the opposite end of the library.
"And what is that supposed to mean?" O'Connell asked accusingly,
"Let me think." Evelyn said sarcastically, "You lied to my brother and I, stole the both are shares of the Hamunaptra treasure, and then had the nerve--no the audacity-- to feign innocence knowing quite well that both of us had put what little money we had into that expedition, and now you're---"
"Look, here's nothing I can do about that! I wish I could, but I haven't seen one cent of that money since the second I left Cairo!" O'Connell shouted, "You know what? I was coming down here to apolgize and invite you two to my wedding, but you--"
"I beg your pardon?"
"I said I was coming to apologize but--"
"You're getting married?" Evelyn asked, sounding slightly stunned,
"Yes. Why does that sound hard to believe to you?" O'Connell asked sarcastically, still fuming from the argument, "Just because you think I'm some sort of lying, scoundrel doesn't mean everyone is suffering from that affliction!"
"Well I never! Its your fault people have that impression of you, Mr. O'Connell!"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"You're a filthy, rude, complete scoundrel and I don't care to see you again!"
"Fine!"
"Fine!"
"Fine!"
"Fine!" O'Connell stormed out of the library and slammed the door.
"I thought I'd find you here," a loud voice from overhead replied. Evelyn jumped, nearly dropping the book, and looked up to see a very familiar face leaning over her desk.
"Well, you did Mr. O'Connell. Are you looking for something?"
"Actually I was looking for you, and Jonathan." O'Connell answered,
"You certainly have a lot of nerve Mr. O'Connell." Evelyn said, slamming her book on the desk and heading off toward the opposite end of the library.
"And what is that supposed to mean?" O'Connell asked accusingly,
"Let me think." Evelyn said sarcastically, "You lied to my brother and I, stole the both are shares of the Hamunaptra treasure, and then had the nerve--no the audacity-- to feign innocence knowing quite well that both of us had put what little money we had into that expedition, and now you're---"
"Look, here's nothing I can do about that! I wish I could, but I haven't seen one cent of that money since the second I left Cairo!" O'Connell shouted, "You know what? I was coming down here to apolgize and invite you two to my wedding, but you--"
"I beg your pardon?"
"I said I was coming to apologize but--"
"You're getting married?" Evelyn asked, sounding slightly stunned,
"Yes. Why does that sound hard to believe to you?" O'Connell asked sarcastically, still fuming from the argument, "Just because you think I'm some sort of lying, scoundrel doesn't mean everyone is suffering from that affliction!"
"Well I never! Its your fault people have that impression of you, Mr. O'Connell!"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"You're a filthy, rude, complete scoundrel and I don't care to see you again!"
"Fine!"
"Fine!"
"Fine!"
"Fine!" O'Connell stormed out of the library and slammed the door.