Beatrix tried to escape. "A little later," she said.
"No, now."
"I'm so sorry——"
Franklin took her arm and led her into the quiet corner. "Sit down," he said.
There was something so new and refreshing in receiving orders, that Beatrix gave a little laugh and obeyed.
Franklin took a seat at her side. Their knees almost touched.
"You evidently take me for many kinds of a fool," he said.
"Not at all. May I trouble you for a cushion?" She bent slightly forward.
He placed one behind her back. "Whether you do or not, you've made me one,—the most colossal example of a damned idiot I've ever struck."
"Oh, please don't say that."