"Why, you'd look sweet in it. Dear, dear, Miss O'Keeffe—"
"Good-by."
"No, you shan't go." He barred her way. Her airiness had given him new hope.
"If you don't behave sensibly, I'll go altogether—give notice."
"Then I'll follow you to your next place."
"No followers allowed. Seriously, I'll leave if you are foolish."
"Very well," he said abruptly. "Let's go on reading Plato," and he turned to the book.
"No, no more Dialogues, in or out of Plato."
She was smiling but stern. He opened the library door and bowed as she passed out.
"Remember," he said. "I will remain foolish for ever."