"Must you have one?"
"A man never uses the word 'must' in seeking favors from a lady."
"Adroit policy! Well, what kind of a one do you want?"
"I told you long ago."
"Oh, I remember. An old-fashioned one, with a pronounced meaning. Here is a York and Lancaster bud. That has a decided old-style meaning."
"It means war, does it not?"
"Yes."
"I won't take it. Yes I will, too," I said, a second later, and I took the bud from her hand. "You know the law of war," I added: "To the victor belong the spoils."
She gave me a quick glance, and after a moment said, a trifle coldly,
"That remark seems bright, but it does not mean anything."