“You are intolerable,” she cried.
“Let’s have an agreement. This cigar will last about twenty minutes or half an hour; suppose you get through with all your nasticisms in that time, and then discuss things soberly.”
“Will you leave the house, M. Denver?”
“Of course I will not—if it means leaving you here. Nothing will shake my resolution to see you through this.”
“But if I tell you that your presence interferes with my plans.”
“I will not have your help, I say.”
“Very well; go on.”
“I may surely choose whom I will to help me.”
“Of course you may.”