"No? You think not? I don't know. Perhaps you're right; but, you see, I haven't a gun. I can't put charges of lead into anything, or anyone, without one.
"Pray don't let any trifling obstacle of that kind stand in your way. Permit me to send for one."
"Would you? You're very good. Who would you send?"
"Of course I would myself fetch you the indispensable weapon."
"And how long would you be, do you imagine? Should I have time to smoke a pipe while you were going there and back?"
Suddenly the lady drew herself up with a gesture which was possibly meant to be expressive of a judicious mingling of scorn with hauteur.
"It is possible, if you prefer it. I will admit that it is probable that my uncle was rude to you. Do you intend to continue the tradition, and be rude to me?"
"I was simply telling you a little anecdote, Miss Arnott."
"I am obliged to you for taking so much trouble. Now, with your permission, I will return to what you state to be my side of the fence."
"I state? Don't you state that that side of the fence is yours?"