“That isn’t what I asked you, my dear. Do you know what she’s doing?”
“No. She never told me.”
“Shall I tell you?”
“No.”
“It’s interesting. Aren’t you curious?”
“If she wanted me to know, she’d tell me.”
“Indubitably correct, and quite praiseworthy,” mocked the girl. “Never mind; you know how to be staunch to your friends.”
“In this country a man who doesn’t is reckoned a yellow dog.”
“He is in any decent country. So take that with you when you go.”
“I’m not going,” he asserted with an obstinate set to his jaw.