"A friend from my home town."
"Don't know 'bout his goin'."
"Oh, he won't do any harm. He's nobody—just my fiancé."
"Your what?"
"The man I am going to marry."
"You don't tell me! So you're gettin' married, are you? Good lookin' feller! I heard at the post office you had some chap in the offin'. But to let him see Mr. Heath—I dunno as 'twould be just—"
"Where I go Horatio goes," Sylvia retorted.
Elisha weakened.
"Wal, in that case—" he began.
She waited to hear no more.