I am going in now, Mr.Siddle, and shall be engaged during the remainder of the evening.

Your shop opens at six, and I am sure you will find some more profitable means of spending the time than in telling me things I would rather not hear." Siddle caught her arm.
"Doris," he said fiercely, "you must not leave me without, at least, learning my true motive.

I--" The girl wrested herself free from his grip.

She realized what was coming, and forestalled it.
"I care nothing for your motive," she cried.

"You forget yourself! Please go!" She literally ran into the house.