“You are playing with me.”
“I am not so frivolous.”
“But why do you keep putting it off?”
“A woman who gives herself has the right to say when it shall be.”
“My God!” he raged. “I wish you would wake up.”
She did not answer.
“You don't know what love is. You won't let me touch you.”
“I suppose that your experience has qualified you, Richard,” she returned, half humorously, half scornfully.
“We are going to be married. Your mother is anxious for you to marry. I am going to tell my uncle to hunt for another secretary.”
“Be careful how you take liberties with my private business,” she warned him, sharply.