"If I forbade it—you would not come."
"You are not going to forbid it."
"What if the climate should make you ill?"
"What if it should make you ill?" she asked.
"Then, of course—But it is my plain duty to go."
"And it is my duty, Fred, to go with you."
"It is not necessary for you, as it is for me."
"Fred, don't argue any more. My mind is made up. And you know you couldn't get on without me. You would be wretched, miserable. You know you would," repeated Mary Croft. "As for the climate, I am twice as strong as you are, and much less likely to be ill. And if you should be ill, I must be there to nurse you."
Neither said any more for two or three minutes. Perhaps Mr. Croft felt too strongly to reply. His next words were with a husky laugh, which sounded as if tears might not be very far distant.
"I wonder how poor little 'Why-because' will take it?"