The tone was beseeching.
“No, no, with anyone I choose.”
After they left, Launa went into her father’s work-room.
“I drove to-night,” she said. “Mr. George and Mr. Wainbridge came in the hansom, and I drove it.”
“You drove a hansom cab?”
“Yes, I feel very proud, so don’t tell me I ought not to be.”
“You should be ashamed, and I must scold you.”
“Ah, no. You are a dear.”
“Was it a successful party? You like Mrs. Phillips?”
“I like her very much. . . . Do men love women—often?”