"Of course. You are far too stupid to think for yourself. And now, good-by!"
"I say, you're not going! And I had such a lot to talk about ... that wedding, for instance...."
"What wedding?" She paused, chin in air.
"Come! that's a good 'un. Ours."
"Pstt! the assurance of these male creatures!—As if I would marry a man who kisses me by force! No, Mr. Brown, do not count on that. Do what you have promised first, and then I will think about it. If I choose, well ... If I do not choose, well ... I promise nothing."
"That's a poor sort of bargain."
"It is no bargain: I do not bargain. I give an order. Good-by. Oh, I will write to you——"
"Thank you—thank you——" he began.
"To tell you what to do. I shall not be far, but you must not attempt to see me without my leave."
She turned on her heel and marched down the road. The odd-job man whistled in amused dismay. "They're all alike," he muttered as he turned to his work again and met the vicar's wife. She was coming from the house and wore a severe expression.