"That is no explanation."
"I don't feel I can manage Radcliffe."
"Pardon me, you know you can. You have proved it. He is your bond-slave, from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer."
Claire laughed, a sharp, cutting little laugh that was like a keen knife turned on herself.
"O, it would have to be for poorer—'all right, all right,' as Martha says," she cried scornfully. "But it has been too hard—to-day. I can't endure any more."
"You won't have to. Radcliffe is conquered, so far as you are concerned.
'Twill be plain sailing, after this."
"I'd rather do something else. I'd like something different."
"I did not think you were a quitter."
"I'm not."
"O, yes, you are, if you give up before the game is done. No good sport does that."