"Where is it?"
"In my pocket."
"Then why couldn't you say so before?"
"Because I wished to keep it there."
"Please give it to me!"
"Why?"
"Because no man shall have my favors to wear until he has my promise, also."
"Then, since I have the one—give me the other."
"Mr. Beverley, you will please return my handkerchief," and stopping all at once, she held out her hand imperiously.
"Of course," sighed Barnabas, "on a condition—"