"Haven't I made it clear that you are to make that explanation?"
"What if I don't choose to?"
"I think you will. Whether you like it or not."
Pat said with slow malice: "Shall I tell her that you asked me to marry you?"
"Why not?"
"Oh, very well!" She could think of nothing more effective to say.
He took his coat and hat from the chair upon which he had tossed them.
"Bobs."
He turned at the door, eyeing her with an uncompromising regard.
"Don't look at me in that poisonous way. Say you're sorry, or I'm sorry, or something."