"I will not listen!" said I excitedly. "Do you listen now to me, for I mean to have my way with you—say what you may——"
"I know—I know—but you have done too much already——"
"I have done nothing! Listen! I have bespoken trifles of no value—nothing more—stockings, and shifts, and stays, and powder-puffs, and other articles——"
"I will not suffer this!" she said, an angry colour in her cheeks.
"You suffer now—for lack even of handkerchiefs! I must insist——"
"Euan! My shifts and stays and stockings are none of your affair!" she answered hotly.
"I make them mine!"
"No—nor is it your privilege to offer them!"
"My—what?"
"Privilege!" she said haughtily, flushing clear to her curly hair; and left me checked. She added: "What you offer is impertinence—however kindly meant. No friendship warrants it, and I refuse."