She gave herself what I can only call a hitch in her chair.
"Then may I be there to see."
"I hope you may be, madam."
"Oh, I'll come," she cackled. "Don't worry about that. Just let me know. You'll have to fight like the devil. I suppose you know that."
I replied that I did.
"And when it's all over you'll have got nothing for your pains."
"I shall have had the fight."
She looked hard at me before speaking.
"Good girl!" The tone was that of a spectator who calls out, "Good hit!" or, "Good shot!" at a game. "If that's all you want—"
"No; I want Hugh."