Maude began to laugh.
‘Why, Frank, you are croaking like a frog.’
‘I am glad you think it a laughing matter. Go on! Go on! You yielded to his very moderate and natural request. You sat upon his knee.’
‘Well, Frank, I did.’
‘Good heavens!’
‘Don’t be so excitable, dear. It was long before I ever saw you.’
‘You mean to sit there and tell me in cold blood that you sat upon this ruffian’s knee!’
‘What else could I do?’
‘What could you do? You could have screamed, you could have rung the bell, you could have struck him—you could have risen in the dignity of your insulted womanhood and walked out of the room.’
‘It was not so easy for me to walk out of the room.’