“Well; all I know is I hated to see you talking to the women who came here. I tell you, quite frankly, that’s the reason why I’ve given up accepting invitations and giving them. Of course, if you insist, I will. I would do anything you told me.”
“Oh, good God, no! Let’s cut out the parties, then. Don’t have them for me! I thought it would be fun for you. … What do you do all day, Mary, if I may ask? You never seem to have any shopping—or hobbies—or anything that other women have to do.”
“I do the housekeeping in the morning,” she said; “I see cook and look after everything to make things as you like.”
“And I’m sure you do it very well indeed. But it doesn’t take long; and after that——?”
“I sit in that chair looking out of the window for you.”
He bit his lip impatiently, trying not to be irritable.
“It’s very nice of you, Mary, I’m sure. But I do wish you wouldn’t!”
“Why not? Don’t you like me to be waiting for you?”
“No—I don’t. I should like to think you were enjoying yourself; having a good time.”
“Well, I shouldn’t do it if you took me out with you always.”