"Yes, it is. We're both pots—dirty pots. How dirty I someway never saw till to-night. But my Posy is porcelain—clean, dainty porcelain. You can't touch her without defilin' her. Now—scoot!"
"Without settling anything?"
"You shall be settled to-morrow. Don't worry."
The young man smiled.
"You are wise, sir, to take a night to sleep over it."
"Done talkin'?"
"For to-night, yes."
"Good! Because with every extra word you're givin' yourself dead away. Easier to marry money than to make it, hey? Kennel up, you puppy!"
The puppy snarled at this, but withdrew.
III