“Well, I let fellows off, and I subscribe to things that are necessary.”
“That costs you little!”
“There now, don’t go on rubbing it in,” he said resentfully. “I’ve told you often that Harrowside is a great big black rookery of a place. I can’t stand it! No, I never go near it.”
“It is your duty; you have responsibilities. ‘Noblesse oblige.’”
“Since I’ve been in bad health——”
“That’s an old story,” she interposed. “You are as strong as a horse now.”
“Well, Joseline, you talk of my responsibilities; what would you think of taking charge of them, and me?” He turned his head suddenly and looked at his companion with a complacent, proprietary air. Then he added, in his usual drawl—
“What would you say if we were to get married?”
“Say!”—and she dug her mallet into the turf. “That we would lead a cat-and-dog life!”
“And which”—sitting erect—“would be the cat?”