"Some day, perhaps, we can make her like you, when I'm through liking you myself," she replied.
"You?" scowled Flomerfelt.
The woman shivered at his tone.
"What reason does she give?" she asked, wisely changing the subject.
Then Flomerfelt went on to explain with a grim smile what he thought of the deep-laid plans of Colonel Morehead, the schemes of Wilkinson and how they had all gone for naught, ending with:
"She's a born fighter, that Leslie, and it's she that we're up against, and not Wilkinson. Now the sooner Peter V. wins his fight, the better for us; but this minx is blocking him, though I admire her for it, I must say."
"We'll make her marry Beekman," declared Mrs. Peter V.
The woman's confidence in her own powers brought a sarcastic smile to his lips.
"It isn't a part of my game that she shall marry him," he argued. "The essential thing is that she shall engage herself to him. I say that she will never marry him."