'Avoid her virtues and imitate her faults, and you'll get on very well with your husband, Connie.'
'Oh, I don't want to hear anything more about her,' cried Connie defiantly.
His pensive smile came to Fricker's lips.
'These little fits of restiveness—I don't mean in you—are nothing, Connie? You said you could manage him.'
'So I can—if you won't say things when he's there.'
'I'm to blame,' said Fricker gravely. 'But I'm fond of you, Connie.'
She broke out violently, 'Yes, but you wish I'd been rather different!'
'Live and let live, Connie. When's the wedding-day?'
She came to him and kissed him. Her vexation did not endure. Her next confidence amused him.