“It’s not necessary—I can find my way.”
“But only I know how to fix the front door.”
At the foot of the stairs, while he fumbled with the latch, doubting him, she spoke with some little hesitation.
“I presume,” she said stiffly—“I presume that this—ah—ends it.”
Staff opened the door an inch and held it so. “If by ‘it,’” he replied, “we mean the same thing—”
“We do.”
“It does,” he asseverated with his twisted smile.
She delayed an instant longer. “But all the same,” she said hastily, at length, “I want that play.”
“My play?” he enquired with significant emphasis.
“Yes, of course,” she said sharply.