Mr. Richards: “Don’t—tergiversate.”
Miss Galbraith: “Don’t what?”
Mr. Richards: “Fib.”
Miss Galbraith: “Not for worlds!”
Mr. Richards: “How did you know I was in this car?”
Miss Galbraith: “Must I? I thought I saw you through the window; and then I made sure it was you when I went to pin my veil on,—I saw you in the mirror.”
Mr. Richards, after a little silence: “Miss Galbraith, do you want to know what you are?”
Miss Galbraith, softly: “Yes, Allen.”
Mr. Richards: “You’re a humbug!”
Miss Galbraith, springing from her seat, and confronting him. “So are you! You pretended to be asleep!”