"Where will she go?"
"Where will she?"
"Couldn't she--couldn't she come and live with us?"
"What's that?"
"Couldn't she--live with us?"
"Who's us?"
"With you and me--just for a time--when we're married?"
Mr. Nash looked the lady straight in the face, significantly; his tone was as significant as his look.
"My dear, I don't think you care for Miss Nora Lindsay one snap of your fingers, and I'm sure I don't."
"You've no right to say that."