“Ah then thank God I came!”—it was like a bland breath on a feu de joie: he flamed so much higher.
“Thank God you’ve come, yes—for my deplorable exposure.” And to justify her name for it before he could protest, “I offered him here not to see you,” she rigorously explained.
“‘Offered him?”—Hugh did drop for it. “Not to see me—ever again?”
She didn’t falter. “Never again.”
Ah then he understood. “But he wouldn’t let that serve——?”
“Not for the price I put on it.”
“His yielding on the picture?”
“His yielding on the picture.”
Hugh lingered before it all. “Your proposal wasn’t ‘good enough’?”
“It wasn’t good enough.”