Grinnidge: “Well, what do you intend to do about it?”
Ransom: “Well”—
Miss Reed: “’Sh!”
Miss Spaulding: “’Sh!”
Ransom: “—that’s what I want to submit to you, Grinnidge. I must see her.”
Grinnidge: “Yes. I’m glad I mustn’t.”
Miss Reed, stifling a laugh on Miss Spaulding’s shoulder: “They’re actually afraid of us, Nettie!”
Ransom: “See her, and go down in the dust.”
Miss Reed: “My very words!”
Ransom: “I have been trying to think what was the very humblest pie I could eat, by way of penance; and it appears to me that I had better begin by saying that I have come to ask her for the money I refused.”