"what the dickens do you think you're doing, boozing port in here with the governor? We ought to have been off ten minutes ago."
Dunkle got up. "Tuck in your shirt, old plum," he responded amiably. "I've been fixing things with your father—about us, you know. He's going to stand you seven hundred a year, settled, and we're to be married just as soon as you say."
He paused for congratulations.
"Oh, are we?" she said. "Well, see here: unless you're out of this and into the cab inside of three seconds, you can wash me out of any arrangements you may be making for the future. I don't have too much use for young men that I have to dig up to take me dancing, no matter how they've been fixing things with my father." She turned on her heel, and, still talking, followed her betrothed out of
