"It depends," she said, softly, and with a lamentable disregard of the law, "whether it's supra protest."
"Don't tempt me too far," I urged.
"I am not tempting you," she said, getting up and turning on me angrily.
"If you only knew," I protested, bitterly, and her face changed.
"How am I to know," she asked, "if you refuse to tell me?"
"What right have I?" I burst out.
"A right," she murmured, "implies an obligation, and of course——"
Well, well, the rest of the conversation was commonplace except to ourselves. The man in possession exhausted most of my capital in getting extremely drunk that night, my uncle insisted for the first time in his life in regarding me as a clever fellow after all, and Miss Prentice has been confirmed in her opinion that I am a scheming scoundrel.
"'GO AWAY, GO AWAY,' SHE SOBBED."