“Nothing, nothing,” said Sam hastily. “I admire them. It only occurred to me as a passing thought——”
“The reason I don’t do it is because I’m tender-hearted and don’t want to be too hard on a feller.”
“It is a spirit I appreciate,” said Sam. “And would that there had been more of it abroad in London this night.”
“So out you go, and don’t let me hear no more of you. Just buzz off, that’s all I ask. And be quick about it, because I need my sleep.”
“I was wrong about those chocolates,” said Sam. “Silly mistake to make. What will really be in that side pocket will be a lovely diamond brooch.”
“And a motor car and a ruby ring and a new dress and a house in the country, I suppose. Outside!”
Sam accepted defeat. The manly spirit of the Shotters was considerable, but it could be broken.
“Oh, all right, I’ll go. One of these days, when my limousine splashes you with mud, you will be sorry for this.”
“And don’t bang the door behind you,” ordered the ruthless girl.