“Well—” Cyrus began.
“Have you cautioned your mother?” Gussie demanded.
“Yes,” Miss North said, briefly. To talk to this woman of her mother made her wince, but it had to be done. “Will you speak to your father, Mr. Price?”
“Well, I—”
“Of course he will!” Gussie broke in; “Cyrus, he is in the cabin now.”
“Well, to-morrow I—” Cyrus got up and sidled towards the door. “Anyhow, I don’t believe he’s thinking of such a thing.”
“Miss North,” said Gussie, rising, “I will do it.”
“What, now?” faltered Mary North.
“Now,” said Mrs. Cyrus, firmly.
“Oh,” said Miss North, “I—I think I will go home. Gentlemen, when they are crossed, speak so—so earnestly.”