“That would be a blow to the human race,” she mocked.
“Well, I’ve had blows enough!”
“You hide the scars well—I can say that!” she flung back.
“Listen, Nan—”
“I thought John Cecil had broken you of the ‘listen’ habit.”
“Forget it! You know perfectly well what I want to tell you!”
“Then, why do we linger? We really must go!”
“My business is selling goods and it’s a rule of the game never to let a customer turn his back on you.”
“All right; you go first!”
“Nan”—he drew nearer and planted himself in her path—“you can’t go—not till I’ve promised to marry you!”