Schmidt. You--"
"See here," said Robin flatly, "I don't understand the necessity for
all this rushing about by motor and--"
"Of course you don't," she cried. "You are not being sought by a
cruel, inhuman monster of a father who would consign you to a most
shudderable fate! You don't have to marry a man whose very name you
have hated. You can pick and choose for yourself. And so shall I, for
that matter. You--"
"You _adore_ your father," cut in Mrs. Gaston sharply. "I don't
think you should speak of him in that--"
"Of course I adore him! He is a dear old bear. But he is a monster,
an ogre, a tyrant, a--oh, well, he is everything that's dreadful! You
look dreadfully serious, Mr. Schmidt. Do you think that I should
submit to my father's demands and marry the man he has chosen for
me?"
"I do," said Robin, abruptly and so emphatically that both of his
hearers jumped in their seats. He made haste to dissemble. "Of
course, I'd much rather have you do that than to break your neck
rolling over a precipice or something of the sort in a crazy
automobile dash.
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