"Yes, she will. She loves Ferdy and Ferdy loves her."
"If the weak affection of Ferdy can be called love," said Zara, derisively. "But Prudence won't marry him, so long as she believes that her father is guilty."
"But he is not."
"I don't say that."
"Then he is," said Clarice, daring her. "I don't say that, either."
"Then what do you say?"
"I say that we had better leave things as they are, and that you will please me by coming to my wedding with Ferdy."
"You must give my brother up."
"You've said that so often, Miss Baird. But saying it won't make me change my mind. Besides, as I said before, Ferdy isn't worth it. He's an ass--and worse."
"Worse? What do you mean?"