Something in the way she repeated her “Goodbye!” betrayed her impression of this, and not a little withal that so much confidence left her unflattered. “Do go away!” she broke out.
“Well, I’ll come back very soon”—and he took up his hat.
“Please don’t—I don’t like it.” She had now contrived to put a wide space between them.
“Oh you tormentress!” he groaned. He went toward the door, but before he reached it turned round.
“Will you tell me this anyway? ARE you going to marry the lot—after this?”
“Do you want to put that in the paper?”
“Of course I do—and say you said it!” Mr. Flack held up his head.
They stood looking at each other across the large room. “Well then—I ain’t. There!”
“That’s all right,” he said as he went out.