"And even if I had, and you were merely afraid of being embarrassed, I couldn't very well drag you in without incriminating myself, now could I?"
"I don't care to bandy words with you, young woman. Tell me--"
"You needn't to please me, you know. And I shan't tell you anything."
"Why--?"
"My business," said Sally with all the insolence she knew how to infuse into her tone. "I think we covered that question rather completely last night--or rather this morning. I imagined it was settled. In fact, it was. I don't care to reopen it; but I will say this--or repeat it, if you prefer: I'm not going to permit you to interfere in my private affairs."
"You refuse to tell me what you've written?"
"For the last time--positively."
"See here," Mrs. Standish ventured, after a baffled moment: "be reasonable. There's no sense in making me lose my temper."
"I'm sure I don't wish you to."
"Then tell me-"