"But you'll come and see me to-morrow?"
"Yes, I'll come to-morrow."
"Oh, isn't everything perfect? What's that? He must be throwing the fire irons about!"
"Never mind him. Come along."
"I don't mind him. I don't mind anybody now. How could I ever have thought of bringing—of doing what I did? Why did you let me, Ashley? But it's all right now, isn't it?"
"Come down quietly; Metcalfe Brown'll hear us."
"I don't care."
"Oh, but you must. Consider my reputation!"
"Very well, I'll be quiet," said Ora with another low and joyous laugh.