"There is more, Brandon, but it's of no consequence," she said, tossing the letter upon the table. "You see how the land lays."
Booth was pale with annoyance. "By Jove, Sara, what an insufferable ass he is!"
"The shoe pinches?"
"Oh, it's such perfect rot! I'm sorry on your account. Have you ever heard of such gall?"
"Oh, he is merely acting as the family spokesman. I can see them now in solemn conclave. They think it their indisputable right to select a husband for me, to pass upon him, to accept or decline him as they see fit, to say whether he is a proper man to hang up his hat and coat in the offices of Wrandall & Co."
"Do you mean to say—"
"Let's not talk about it, Brandon. It is too silly."
They fell to discussing her plans for the immediate future, although the minds of both were at work with something else.
"Now that I have served my purpose, I suppose you will not care to see so much of me," she said, as he prepared to take leave of her.
"Served your purpose? What do you mean?"