“Pity my ignorance and elucidate the mystery.”
“Mystery? Nonsense. It is quite simple. It is a mere matter of emphasis.”
“Oh, I see,” said Larry, “or at least I don't see. But credit me with the earnest and humble desire to understand.”
“Well,” said his sister, “the one—”
“Which one?”
“Switzer. He is mad to possess her for his very own. He would carry her off against her will. He'd bully her to death.”
“Ah, you would like that?”
“Not I. Let him try it on. The other, Romayne, is mad to have her too. He would give her his very soul. But he sticks there waiting till she comes and flings herself into his arms.”
“You prefer that, eh?”
“Oh, that makes me tired!” said Nora in a tone of disgust.