"What do you mean?"
"I mean that here you have been making yourself extremely disagreeable about Miss Fairbrother's visit, and the moment someone comes along and says he will remove the incubus you turn equally nasty."
"I don't want you to be disappointed. For myself, I am only too jolly thankful that she won't be here long."
"But she may. I am not sure that she will accept Dr. Renton."
"I am."
"Why?"
"Most women accept the first man who asks 'em."
I swelled with indignation, and I rang the tortoise to emphasise my righteous anger.
"The conversation is finished," I said.
"No, it isn't," contradicted Dimbie.