“Perhaps he isn't as good a pupil as you are. You should take him to see 'Harnessing a Husband,' at the Ardmore this week.”
“A play? I'd love to go to the theater just once.”
“You've never been? How extraordinary! Come with Mrs. Horton and me on Friday night and let us share your first thrill.”
“May I?” Miss Lady began eagerly, then checking herself, “I'm afraid the Doctor doesn't care much about the modern stage. He used to enjoy seeing the great actors, but he says the plays they put on now bore him fearfully. Mayn't we come to call sometime instead?”
“As you like,” said Mr. Horton, shrugging, “but I hope you realize that you are spoiling that learned husband of yours. Instead of adapting yourself to him, make him adapt himself to you. Come now, isn't it about time for you to reform? Why not begin by finishing this dance with me?”
Still she laughed and shook her head. “It isn't that I don't want to! I'd rather dance than do anything in the world—except ride horseback.”
“I might have known you were a horsewoman. Do you ride much?”
“Not now.”
“The Doctor doesn't care for it, I suppose?”
She flashed a questioning glance at him, then she looked away: