Haig laughed.
“Oh, I think not!”
“But what is the use?”
“What’s the use of anything?”
“But it’s––”
“Mere folly, you think?”
“Yes.”
“Now you don’t mean that at all, Miss Gaylord. You know perfectly well that if I were doing it to please you––to win your admiration––you wouldn’t call it folly.”
“You will please me––and win my admiration––if you don’t do it. Please!”