"I don't choose to be mystified and humbugged in this egregious manner.

I insist upon a complete explanation." "Do you, indeed, Mr.Walraven?
And how are you going to get it ?" "From you, Mollie Dane." "Not if I know myself--and I rather fancy I do! Oh, no, Mr.
Walraven--no, you don't! I shan't say another word to you, or to any other living being, until I choose; and it's no use bullying, for you can't make me, you know.

I've given Sir Roger his alternative, and I can give you yours.

If you don't fancy my remaining here under a cloud, why, I can go as I came, free as the wind that blows.

You've only to say the word, Guardy Walraven!" The blue eyes flashed as Carl Walraven had never seen them flash before; the pink-tinged cheeks flamed rose-red; but her voice never rose, and she kept her quaint seat on the stool.
"Cricket! Cricket! Cricket!" was "guardy's" reproachful cry.
"You dear old thing! You wouldn't like to lose your hateful little tom-boy, would you?
Well, you shan't, either.