CHAPTER ELEVEN
“Prove it,” Nancy said defensively.
“I will.”
“Now.”
“Give me time.”
“Time is something one seizes, not takes as a free gift.”
Brock laughed.
“Your utterances make superb epigrams, Miss Howard. The only objection to them arises when one stops to find out what they really mean.”
“I mean that you can never prove to me that the French are really outclassed by the English,” she retorted, bringing the discussion back to its point of departure.
Brock looked down at her quizzically.