“You really expected Lettie to have him,” I said.
“I suppose so,” he replied, “then she’d made up her mind to it. It didn’t matter—what she wanted—at the bottom.”
“You?” said I.
“If it hadn’t been that he was a prize—with a ticket—she’d have had——”
“You!” said I.
“She was afraid—look how she turned and kept away——”
“From you?” said I.
“I should like to squeeze her till she screamed.”
“You should have gripped her before, and kept her,” said I.
“She—she’s like a woman, like a cat—running to comforts—she strikes a bargain. Women are all tradesmen.”