“Let him hint!” said Ravenscar indifferently.
“If you do not race tomorrow, what excuse can you make that will not make you appear ridiculous?”
“I have no idea. Have you any suggestion to offer me?”
“No, I have not,” she said crossly. “You think I do not me to keep my word, but I do!”
“I hope you mean to bring me a pillow for the night.”
“I don’t. I hope you will be excessively uncomfortable,” snapped Miss Grantham. “If I dared, I would let you starve death here!”
“Oh, don’t you dare?” he asked. “I had thought there was limit to your daring—or your effrontery!”
“I have a very good mind to let Silas come down and bring you to reason!” she threatened.
“By all means, if you imagine it would answer.”
“I will allow you half an hour to make up your mind or and for all,” she said, steeling herself. “If you are still obstinate you will be sorry!”