“Oh, why certainly, of course,” said Starr as if she were pacifying a frantic child, “I can ask him. I will ask him of course, but I know that you are mistaken. Now really, I shall have to say good afternoon. I haven’t another minute to spare. You must go!”
“I shan’t stir a step till you promise me thet you’ll ast him right straight away. Ain’t you all got no telyphone? Well, you kin call him up an’ ast him. Jest ast him why he didn’t never speak to you of his wife Lizzie, and where he was the evenin’ of Augus’ four. That’s the date on the c’tif’ct! Tell him you seen me an’ then see wot he says. Tell him my lawyer is a goin’ to fix him ef he goes on. It’ll be in all the papers tomorrer mornin’ ef he goes on. An’ you c’n say I shan’t never consent to no di-vorce, they ain’t respectable, an’ I got to think o’ that on baby’s account.”
“If you will go quietly away now and say nothing more about this to anyone I will tell Mr. Carter all about you,” said Starr, her voice trembling with the effort at self-control.
“D’ye promus you will?”
“Certainly,” said Starr with dignity.
“Will ye do it right off straight?”
“Yes, if you will go at once.”
“Cross yer heart?”
“What?”
“Cross yer heart ye will? Thet’s a sort o’ oath t’ make yer keep yer promus,” explained Lizzie.