I came to the Solomons for a plantation, not a husband." Sheldon flushed, but remained silent.
"I know what you are thinking," she laughed gaily.

"That if I were a man you'd wring my neck for me.

And I deserve it, too.

I'm so sorry.

I ought not to keep on hurting your feelings." "I'm afraid I rather invite it," he said, relieved by the signs of the tempest subsiding.
"I have it," she announced.