"Oh, no, not yet," Elsa cried, embarrassed. Then she went on with determination: "When you came in here you said I was the girl they were going to throw into Karl's arms."
"I did."
"But you did not say that I am the girl who permits herself to be thrown into Karl's arms. Am I right?"
"Yes."
"Please sit down," Elsa went on, recovering her self-poise, which the baffling politeness of Millar had disturbed.
He declined the chair with a gesture, but she insisted.
"I feel much more commanding when I stand, and I want every advantage," she said. "I want to set you right, and it will be much easier when you sit down and I stand."
Smiling, Millar sat down and looked up at her expectantly. Slightly confused, she went on:
"I don't want people making fun of me before my face. I know everything. Do I make myself clear? You were kind enough to mention the subject, and I shall delegate to you the mission of explaining the true facts to those dummies."
She grew quite vehement, and her cheeks flushed. Millar looked at her admiringly as he said: