"Oh, all right. Very well. I won't disturb you any more. It's very sweet and conscientious of you to bother about the papers. I'll go. Shan't you want me always with you when we're married?"
"Never!" he answered. "At least, not if I have any other occupation."
Her eyes brightened.
"Oh! then it isn't that I worry you, but I sort of distract your attention. Is that it?"
He made no answer.
"I'm afraid," said Sylvia sadly, "that we shall quarrel dreadfully."
"Quarrel? Rot!" said Woodville. "We shall never quarrel. You'll do exactly what I tell you—and I shall devote myself to doing everything for your good."
"If I thought you meant anything as dull as that I should break it off at once," said Sylvia. "The programme doesn't sound attractive."
He laughed. "How do you think it ought to be then?"
"There'll be only one will between us," said Sylvia, "that is to say, you'll do everything I want always, Frank. Do you hear? Won't you answer? Well, I see you're in a bad temper." She got up. "Good-bye." She held out her hand. "I shall hardly see you again all day, and Frank——I see you don't want to kiss me once before I go."