Let us take the short cut home through the village.
On the way you can tell me exactly how you bought me from my step-father for one thousand pounds." Archie Hope frowned at the incurable obstinacy of the sex.

"I didn't buy you, dearest: how many times do you wish me to deny a sale which never took place?
I merely obtained your step-father's consent to our marriage in the near future." "As if he had anything to do with my marriage, being only my step-father, and having, in my eyes, no authority.

In what way did you get his consent--his unnecessary consent," she repeated with emphasis.
Of course it was waste of breath to argue with a woman who had made up her mind.

The two began to walk towards the village along the causeway, and Hope cleared his throat to explain--patiently as to a child.
"You know that your step-father--Professor Braddock--is crazy on the subject of mummies ?" Lucy nodded in her pretty wilful way.

"He is an Egyptologist." "Quite so, but less famous and rich than he should be, considering his knowledge of dry-as-dust antiquities.