"'Sh, 'sh, Miss Adare! You mustn't dictate to God, or say he should act in this way or in that."
"But he's not God."
"Oh, as to that—well, you'll see." He added, with his light laugh, "What will you bet that I don't know what it's all about?"
"Oh, I bet you do."
"Then," he warned, "you're up against it."
I was getting on my mettle.
"Perhaps I am—but I sha'n't be alone."
"No; but you'll be made to feel alone."
"Even so—"
As I was anxious to keep from boasting beforehand, I left the sentence there.