"Then you won't have the verses?"
"I think not."
"Very well, then, here goes;" and he took the paper out of his pocket and tore it to bits. The fragments fluttered to the ground.
"How foolish!" she said. "I dare say they were worth a lot of money—but, then, you can write them out again."
"Do you think I shall?" he asked, grinding the fragments into the mud.
"I'm afraid you will do nothing wise," she said, giving him her hand. Yet the extravagance rather pleased her.
Until Dale reached his own house it did not strike him that he had lost his bet. Philip quickly reminded him, and laughed mercilessly when a crumpled five-pound note was thrown at his head by his angry friend.
"I tell you she wanted to keep them," said Dale unjustifiably.
"Then why didn't she?" asked Nellie.
"Mrs. Delane didn't approve of it."