"It isn't a bit like him. You must have led him on."
"I didn't," she declared, indignantly. "I never took any notice of him
at all. Nothing could have astonished me more than his--his
presumption."
"And what did you say to him? Did you box his ears?"
"I was very rude, and that's partly the trouble now. I feel as if he'd
been nursing a grudge against me all these years--and was paying it."
"In that case he's got you on the hip, hasn't he? It's a lovely turning
of the tables."
"You see that, Cousin Rodney, don't you? I _couldn't_ let a man like
that get the upper hand of me."
"Of course you couldn't, dear. I'd sit on him if I were you, and sit on
him hard. I'd knock him flat--and let Delia Rodman and Clorinda Clay go
to the deuce."