Now, whatever happens,
you've got to be a sensible girl. Certain things have to be dealt
with in a practical way, and we're practical people. Sentiment--and
pride--and all that sort of stuff, are well enough, but business is
business and an engagement is an engagement. Now it's right up to you
and--"
"Steve, what are you talking about?"
"That's all right. I know what I'm talking about. Somebody in the
family must use common sense, and when it comes to holding a person to a
promise, then--Confound it, Sis, we can't starve, can we?"
"What do you mean?" She rose and advanced toward him. "What do you mean
by a promise? What have you been doing?"
His confusion increased. He avoided her eyes and moved sullenly toward
the other side of the table.
"I haven't done anything," he grumbled, "that is, I've done what any
reasonable fellow would do. I'm not the only one who thinks... Look
here! We've got a guardian, haven't we?"
"A guardian! a GUARDIAN! Stephen Warren, have you been to him? Have
you--Was THAT where you were last night?"
"Well, I--"
"Answer me!"
"What if I have? Whom else am I to go to? Isn't he--"
"But why did you go to him? What did you say?"
"I said--I said--Never mind what I said. He agrees with me, I can tell
you that.
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