Susannah again looked at him curiously a moment.
“O! If you are so patriotic I wonder you don’t go home yourself. Wouldn’t that be the easiest way out of your—” she smiled—“your troubles?”
“No! That wouldn’t stop anything. I want things stopped. I want you to go.”
“Well, well!” she exclaimed. “You are in a hurry all of a sudden. It seems to me that you ask a good deal of people you have done so little for—though perhaps you have done a good deal. Is that all?”
“No!” he cried. “Since you ask, I want you to send him back all these things—every single one of them.”
She looked at him more curiously still.
“What! All these pretty things! Why, we’re only just beginning to get comfortable. And see! He just brought me something else.”
She held up the knockers, as if they had been two dolls. The Younger shrugged his shoulders and walked to the end of the room.
“What are you going to do?” he suddenly threw at her. “Are you going to marry him?”
She laughed softly.