Supposing he wouldn't. What then?
Cudgels are out of date. Were he an alderman, I might take a Woman's
Club to him, but a husband has been known to laugh this instrument to
scorn.
But supposing he sat down. What then? He might be a gentleman of
irascible, nasty temper, and in walking about my room, I might step on
his feet. These irritable folk have such large feet, at least they are
always in the way, and always being stepped on no matter how careful one
tries to be.
What then?