"I know your father well and I don't believe he would care a damn!"
I got up suddenly, as if going to the door, at which there was a sound of a scuffle in the corridor.
MISS MILLER (alarmed and getting up): "What was that noise? Can any one have been in the passage? Could they have heard us? Let us shut the door."
MARGOT: "No, don't shut the door, it's so hot and we shan't be able to talk alone again."
Miss MILLER (relieved and sitting down): "You are very good. … I must think carefully over what you have said."
MARGOT: "Anyhow, tell your major that I know your father; he is really fond of me."
MISS MILLER: "Oh, yes, I heard him ask your father if he would exchange you for us."
MARGOT: "That's only his chaff; he is devoted to you. But what he likes about me is my dash: nothing your papa admires so much as courage. If the major has pluck enough to carry you off to Edinburgh, marry you in a registrar's office and come back and tell your family the same day, he will forgive everything, give you a glorious allowance and you'll be happy ever after! … Now, my dear, I must go."
I got up very slowly, and, putting my hands on her shoulders, said:
"Pull up your socks, Amy!"