'It is my custom—henceforth,' said Wych Hazel.
'Are the reasons too abstruse for my comprehension?'
The girl looked up at him, her eyes kindling.
'Mr. Falkirk,' she said, 'if ever again a man gets a glass of wine from my hand, or in my house, I shall deserve to live that July night all over!'
Mr. Falkirk did not at all attempt to combat this conclusion. He ate his toast with an extremely thoughtful face for some minute or two.'
'Suppose, by and by, there should be two words to that bargain?'
'Then there will be several more, sir,—that is all,' she said steadily, though her face glowed.
'You mean that you will fight for your position?'
'Inch by inch. Fight for it, and keep it.'
Mr. Falkirk's lips gave way a little, though with what expression it was impossible to determine.