“Do! why won’t you?”
“Don’t want it.”
“Frank, Harry Cornwall is coming to see you some time this afternoon.”
“Who said so?”
“He told me so himself.”
“I won’t see him. Tell him, when he comes, that I’ve gone away.”
“Tell a lie, Frank!” ejaculated Kate. “I won’t do it, not even for you.”
“Tell him just what you’ve a mind to, then. I don’t care what you tell him.”
“I have told him all about it,” cried Kate, “and I just wish you were like Harry. He is never cross and unkind to me.”
“I know you like him ever so much more than you do me. I dare say you wish I was dead.”