"But she's got money, too. No, I don't think he's going into his father's firm. He said once he wanted to edit a paper. Well, what's so funny about that?"
"I'm not laughing."
"Yes, you were. Anyhow, Flaten wants to edit a paper. And since Lind publishes a kennel journal, Flaten wants to publish a human journal, he says."
"A human journal?"
"Yes. And you ought to subscribe to it," she added suddenly, almost throwing the words into my face.
She was now in a state of excitement the cause of which I did not understand, so I remained silent, merely replying, "Ought I? Yes, perhaps I ought." Then she began to cry.
"Dear child, don't cry. I shan't torment you any more."
"You're not tormenting me."
"Yes, by talking nonsense; I don't seem to strike the right note."
"Yes, go on talking--that isn't it--I don't know--"