"So you say. I think in heaven—no, Olympus—really."
"Have you said what you wanted to say, Cousin Harry?"
"I suppose you hadn't the least idea what you were doing?"
"I was as cool as you were when you gave me Blent."
"You're cool enough now, anyhow," he admitted, in admiration of her parry.
"Quite, thanks." The hand behind her head trembled sorely. His eyes were on her, and a confusion threatened to overwhelm the composure of which she boasted.
"I gave you Blent because it was yours."
"What I offered you is mine."
"By God, no. Never yours to give till you've lost it!"