“Well, as I was about to say—”
“Larry, will you answer yes or no?”
“Well, no, then,” said Larry.
“Thank God!” cried Nora, rushing at him and shaking him vigorously. “You wretch! Why did you keep me in suspense? How I wish that English stick would get a move on!”
“English stick? Whom do you mean?”
“You're as stupid as the rest, Larry. Whom should I mean? Jack Romayne, of course. There's a man for you. I just wish he'd waggle his finger at me! But he won't do things. He just 'glowers' at her, as old McTavish would say, with those deep eyes of his, and sets his jaw like a wolf trap, and waits. Oh, men are so stupid with women!”
“Indeed?” said Larry. “And how exactly?”
“Why doesn't he just make her love him, master her, swing her off her feet?” said Nora.
“Like Switzer, eh? The cave man idea?”
“No, no. Surely you see the difference?”