"Spare your oratory. I know what I am going to do."
"What?" Lush put down his cigar and thrust his hands into his side pockets, as if he had to face something exasperating, but meant to keep his temper.
"I am going to marry the other girl."
"Have you fallen in love?" This question carried a strong sneer.
"I am going to marry her."
"You have made her an offer already, then?"
"No."

"Spare your oratory. I know what I am going to do."
"What?" Lush thrust his hands into his side pockets, as if he had to face something exasperating, but meant to keep his temper.
"I am going to marry the other girl."
"Have you fallen in love?" This question carried a strong sneer.
"I am going to marry her."
"You have made her an offer, then?"
"No."
