“What pwomise! Why, that you will consent to accept the wing as a token of my esteem.” He was going to say love, but substituted the other word in lieu of it.
“Your esteem?”
“Certainly. Confound it, Awabella. I intend to always call you Awabella, you know.”
“Well, yes, that, I believe, is an agreement.”
“It is, and you won’t depart from the letter of the law in this respect.”
“There is no reason for my doing so.”
“Well, what was I saying? Where was I? Oh, I know—about your pwomise.”
“We will talk about that when we next meet.”
“Indeed, we will do no such thing. We will talk about it now. I will not leave this house till you have given me your word that you will accept the wing as a token of fwendship and esteem.”
“That is your determination?”