“Well, then?” questioned she.
“It comes to this, that if you don’t want your social position, your reputation, to be utterly smashed up, you must make terms with me.”
“It’s a little unfortunate, from that way of looking at it,” she pointed out, “that I shouldn’t happen to care a rush about my social position—as you call it.”
“I think I’ll have a good long talk with the parson,” he said.
“Do by all means,” said she.
“You’d better be careful. I may take you at your word,” he threatened.
“I wish you would. Take me at my word—-and go,” she urged.
“You mean to say you seriously don’t care?”
“Not a rush, not a button,” she assured him.
“Oh, come! You’ll never try to brazen the thing out,” he exclaimed.