"I didn't."
"Then you should. Now, when you're finished huffing like the female puff bird, you'll tickle me, or I'll dance you the length of the car."
"Will that do?"
"Nicely, thanks. Now left ear."
"There's the brakeman, he'll see us!"
The brakeman passed, followed by the conductor who examined tickets, but Miss Violet with her nose in the air and my arm around her waist, pretended total strangers.
I began to lose interest. The girl was mine for the asking. Any man in the force could have won her easy favors. She only interested me as Sarde's property. "And so," said I, "you're meeting him at Qu'Appelle."
"Mind you own business."
"It is my business. Didn't I tell you to sue him for breach of promise?"
"There isn't any breach. We're engaged, so there."