The Prince is quite ready, evidently, to do his part--but you'll have it out with him.

That is you'll have it out with HER." Something of that kind was what, in her mind's ear, Maggie heard--and this, after his waiting for her to appeal to him directly, was her father's invitation to her to have it out.

Well, as she could say to herself all the rest of the day, that was what they did while they continued to sit there in their penny chairs, that was what they HAD done as much as they would now ever, ever, have out anything.
The measure of this, at least, had been given, that each would fight to the last for the protection, for the perversion, of any real anxiety.
She had confessed, instantly, with her humbugging grin, not flinching by a hair, meeting his eyes as mildly as he met hers, she had confessed to her fancy that they might both, he and his son-in-law, have welcomed such an escapade, since they had both been so long so furiously domestic.

She had almost cocked her hat under the inspiration of this opportunity to hint how a couple of spirited young men, reacting from confinement and sallying forth arm-in-arm, might encounter the agreeable in forms that would strike them for the time at least as novel.

She had felt for fifty seconds, with her eyes, all so sweetly and falsely, in her companion's, horribly vulgar; yet without minding it either--such luck should she have if to be nothing worse than vulgar would see her through.