"I'm not responsible for her understanding."
"So--that is it!--I see! Griffith of Tokenhouse Yard is your solicitor--not so?"
Mr. Rosenbaum took out a note-book and a pencil-case.
"What's it matter to you?"
"My good friend, it matters this. Before we reach Waterloo you tell me the day on which you marry Ruth, or to-morrow a writ issues for breach of promise."
"Issue fifty writs for all I care."
"You have played hanky-panky with my six daughters, but we have you on the last; at least, we'll see."
"I guess we will. Take my advice, Rosenbaum, and don't you be a fool. I never asked your daughter in my life to marry me."
"We'll talk of that a little later on. There is a letter and some other little things which will make a sensation when they are produced in Court. You understand that it is my duty to see that you do not break my daughter's heart."
"Which of them? All six?"