"Thank you; I knew you wouldn't be cruel. And if John should happen to balk a little——"
"Why, I'll talk him over, of course; is that what you want?"
"That's it exactly. Thank you some more."
"Don't mention it. Is that all?"
"Y—yes, all but one little trifle of detail. Have you told John about my—my lunacy?"
"No."
"Then don't; it's bad enough to be an idiot and know it myself."
"I sha'n't—perhaps. Is that all?"
"Yes, I believe so."
"Then for mercy's sake do go and talk to John, and let me put on my shoes," said Mrs. Burton, impatiently. "I can't go to breakfast in my slippers."