"Hein?"
"The tenth of March is when my season closes!"
"Honest?"
"Quite so!"
"You'll begin to work?"
"Either that, or other things!" she said provokingly.
"What other things?"
"Oh, I might marry!"
He snorted with rage. Then, drawing his calendar to him, he turned ahead.
"March ten, eh?" He paused, and put a big cross on the day before. "I'd like an option of the ninth myself!"