"Oh, rot, Thor!" Claude sprang to his feet, knocking off the ash of his cigar into the fireplace. "What do you think I'm up to?"
"I don't know. And what I'm afraid of is that you don't know."
"If you think I mean to leave Rosie in the lurch—"
"I don't think you mean it—no!"
"Then, if you think I'd do it—"
"The surest way not to do it is to—do the other thing."
"I'll do the other thing when I'm ready—not before."
"Humph! That's just what I thought would happen."
"And this is just what I thought would happen—that because you'd put up that confounded money you'd try to make me feel I was bought. Well, I'm not bought. See? Rather than be bribed into doing what I mean to do anyhow I'll not do it at all."
"Oh, if you mean to do it anyhow—"