"But did you ever hear of such a thing? The truth is, you've spoilt that child."
"I may have spoilt the child," Mr. Prohack admitted. "But I have heard of such a thing. I seem to remember that in the dear dead days of dancing studios, something similar occurred to your daughter."
"Yes, but we did know where she was."
"You didn't. I did," Mr. Prohack corrected her.
"Do you want me to cry?" Eve demanded suddenly.
"Yes," said Mr. Prohack. "I love to see you cry."
Eve pursed her lips and wrinkled her brows and gazed at the window, performing great feats of self-control under extreme provocation to lose her temper.
"What do you propose to do?" she asked with formality.
"Wait till the girl comes back," said Mr. Prohack.
"Arthur! I really cannot understand how you can take a thing like this so casually! No, I really can't!"