"That's an agreement, then." Condy took her hand in his.

"Yes, it's an agreement." But when, as had been his custom, he made as though to kiss her hand, Travis drew it quickly away.
"No! no!" she said firmly, smiling for all that--"no more foolishness." "But--but," he protested, "it's not so radical as that, is it?
You're not going to overturn such time-worn, time-honored customs as that?
Why, this is a regular rebellion." "No, sire," quoted Travis, trying not to laugh, "it is a revolution.".