“You say the word, and it’s down it goes.”
“And what’d Pomello say?”
“Pomello and all his rocks can go”—she laughed gaily at him, defiantly—“well, you know where—if you say the word.”
“I’ve told you my advice,” he said, looking away from her. “It’s your life, not mine. What have I got to do with it?”
“Shall I marry him?” she said obstinately.
“You’d be a fool if you didn’t!”
“Won’t you ever understand?” she said, in a low voice.
“You ask my advice—I’ve told you it.”
“What do you mean?”