“You don’t give one that idea at all,” he said, forcibly.
“Well, you shall see,” I told him. “Some day we will ask you to luncheon and cook it between us. I know whose productions you will prefer.”
“So do I,” he answered, fervently.
“You don’t know my sister,” I remarked.
“I don’t want to,” he answered, bluntly.
I raised my eyebrows.
“You are very rude,” I told him.
“I beg your pardon. I did not mean to be. As a rule I detest women almost as much as they detest me. I do not think that your sister would interest me.”
“She does a great deal of good,” I said. “She is managing the whole parish while my father is ill.”
“I have no doubt she is very useful in her way,” he answered, indifferently.