But neither would he get the better of her.
“And do you really think,” she said, a little more humanly, “it’s worth the risk.”
“Is what worth what risk?”
“This escapade with my sister.”
He flickered his irritating grin.
“Yo’ maun ax ’er!”
Then he looked at Connie.
“Tha comes o’ thine own accord, lass, doesn’t ter? It’s non me as forces thee?”
Connie looked at Hilda.
“I wish you wouldn’t cavil, Hilda.”
“Naturally I don’t want to. But someone has to think about things. You’ve got to have some of continuity in your life. You can’t just go making a mess.”
There was a moment’s pause.
“Eh, continuity!” he said. “An’ what by that? What continuity ’ave yer got i’ your life? I thought you was gettin’ divorced. What continuity’s that? Continuity o’ yer own stubbornness. I can see that much. An’ what good’s it goin’ to do yer? Yo’ll be sick o’ yer continuity afore yer a fat sight older. A stubborn woman an’ ’er own self-will: ay, they make a fat continuity, they do. Thank heaven, it isn’t me as ’as got th’ andlin’ of yer!”