I hate the Radbolts getting it, just as much as the old man
would have hated it."
"I have given you my--my terms," said Mary.
Beaumaroy stood looking down at her, his hands in his pockets. His face
was twisted in a humorous disgust. Mary laughed gently. "It is possible
to--to keep the rules without being a prig, you know, though I believe
you think it isn't."
"Including the sack in the water-butt? My sack, the sack I rescued?"
"Including the sack in the water-butt. Yes, every single sovereign!"
Though Mary was pursuing the high moral line, there was now more mischief
than gravity in her demeanor.
"Well, I'll do it!" He evidently spoke with a great effort. "I'll do it!
But, look here, Doctor Mary, you'll live to be sorry you made me do it.
Oh, I don't mean that that conscience of yours will be sorry. That'll
approve, no doubt, being the extremely conventionalized thing it is. But
you yourself, you'll be sorry, or I'm much mistaken in the Radbolts."
"It isn't a question of the Radbolts," she insisted, laughing.
"Oh yes, it is, and you'll come to feel it so.
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