"I mean git out when I say git out!"
"Wait a moment, Mr. Hayward," Lily called to the footman, who, chin in air, was leaving the room, truth to tell, no little relieved at this complete solution of what was fast becoming an embarrassing situation for him.
"No use to wait. Move on!" the father growled, placing himself across the door to prevent Lily's following her caller. Upon her attempt to push by him he caught her and shoved her into a chair. As the outer door closed with a very modest and well-mannered snap, he released his hold upon her arm. He was yet in a fury.
"So you've lied to me! Thought you could fool your ol' daddy! But I guess not!"
"I haven't lied to you."
"You have! You tol' me you were goin' to marry a military man, and here you are, dead gone on this footman—and no use to deny out of it!"
Lily didn't attempt to deny it.
"Umhuh, I knew it! Already promised him, ain't yuh?"
No denial of that either, to her father's consternation.
"What! And you a-tellin' me all the time you were goin' to marry a military man! You lyin' huzzy!"