What do you expect of the child of such a couple ?" "Not another word!" cried Gaviller, banging the table--last refuge of outraged fathers.
Colina was unimpressed.

"Now you're simply raising a dust to conceal the issue," she said relentlessly.
Gaviller chewed his mustache in offended silence.
Colina did not spare him.

"Do you think you can make your child and hers into a prim miss, to sit at home and work embroidery ?" she demanded.

"Upon my word, if I were a boy I believe you'd suggest putting me in a bank!" John Gaviller helped himself to another egg with great dignity and removed the top.

"Don't be absurd, Colina," he said with a weary air.
It was a transparent assumption.