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“I’ll sleep on a sofa,” he said, good-humouredly.
“It will have to be made up,” she snapped, or tried to snap.
“Very well, I’ll sleep under it.”
“And what about breakfast? Well, you will simply have to go to the hotel till I’m ready for you.”
“I’ll go to no hotel,” he said; “I’m sick of them. I’ll have half of your breakfast.”
“A boiled egg and bread, and the possibility of no butter,” she said scornfully.
“A boiled egg and bread, and the possibility of no butter be it,” he answered.
“But what on earth induced you to do such a mad thing?” she persisted.
He rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
“I think it was chiefly because the beggar wouldn’t propose,” he said.