“Perhaps,” grunted Bingham, who was ready enough to make the application.
“Oh, don’t, don’t!” cried Boltwood, almost in tears. “I’ll never get over this!”
Truly it was humiliating for him, a poet, to be treated in such a rude and unfeeling manner.
“Then you are ready to take back what you just said?”
“Yes, yes!”
“And you really do love your Lotta?”
“Oh, Lord!” sobbed Boltwood.
“But you really do?” insisted Jack.
“What business is that to——”