Her tone was sombre, funereal. Mr Holland groaned.
'Oh, Lord! Your logic is as beautiful as you are. It really was worth while seeing ghosts in Africa for this!'
She stood up.
'Then go back to Africa and see some more. You shall not stay here to laugh at me. Goodbye.'
He caught her by the hand.
'Letty! How can you be so cruel.'
'Then you should do as I ask you. As you would do, without hesitation, if you really had a spark of the love you pretend to have for me.'
'I will; I'll do whatever you ask, though I'm ashamed of myself when I say so.'
'Promise that to-night you'll take your own?'
'I promise.'