"Well, I object, for one reason."
"You object! Permit me to say, it is none of your business."
"Isn't it? Well, I thought it was, after your elaborate argument to convince me. Miss Collingsby objects also."
"No, she does not. Don't I tell you that she consented to elope with me?"
"I know you do; but I don't believe it—to be as frank as the occasion requires."
"Do you doubt my word?"
"We won't quarrel about anybody's word. If Miss Collingsby will tell me herself that she consents to your plan, I will stay on shore here, or go to St. Joseph with you, just as you desire."
"Of course she is not going to talk with you about such a matter. Girls are timid. You said you would help me out of this scrape, Phil."
"And so I will, with the greatest pleasure."
"What do you mean, then, by saying that you object?"