"I don't know. It's no business of mine."
"But do you insist—shall you—insist on introductions from your pupils?"
"Father, how you do chop about! No, naturally we shan't insist on introductions."
"Then any man can come for lessons?"
"Certainly. Provided he wears evening-dress on gala nights, and pays the fees and behaves properly. Viola says some of them prefer afternoon lessons because they haven't got any evening-dress."
"If I were you I shouldn't rush at it," said Mr. Prohack.
"But we must rush at it—or lose it. And I've no intention of losing it. Viola has to make her arrangements at once."
"I wonder what your mother will say when you ask her."
"I shan't ask her. I shall tell her. Nobody can decide this thing for me. I have to decide it for myself, and I've decided it. As for what mother says—" Sissie frowned and then smiled, "that's your affair."
"My affair!" Mr. Prohack exclaimed in real alarm. "What on earth do you mean?"