“I don’t care,” said Frank.
“The back way would be the wisest,” said Priscilla, “but in the state of grandeur you’re in now——”
“Oh, do drop it, Priscilla.”
“I don’t want to keep it up.”
“Then go by the back door.”
“Do you promise to tell me all about it, supposing they tell you, and they may? You can never be sure what they’ll do.”
“Yes, I promise.”
“A faithful, solemn oath?”
“Yes.”
“Whether it’s the sort of thing a girl ought to be told or not?”