“Yes; I got your message.”
“And you’ve come to answer it?”
“To answer it, yes.”
“That’s as well for you. You know what I want?”
“Do I?”
“And what I mean to have, or show you up, my gentleman?”
“Well, I can guess. I’m to be bled, I suppose?”
“Ah!” she gave a snapping laugh. “You never spoke a truer word.”
“Well,” he said, as cool as she was malevolent, “I’m here to be bled, but on hard and fast conditions. Understand that, you old Jezebel, or understand nothing.”
She made as if to claw him, but mumbled away her rage. Better than many worthier she could see into his terrific places.