She smiled at him.
“Do you know what my honeymoon is going to be?” she asked.
“Three minutes.”
“No, being your wife.”
And then again his eyes glowed like coals.
“Besides, Andrew Robb taught you to want to express yourself,” she said, “to hold people; and he hasn’t taught you different.”
Hugh sighed.
“Yes, he has,” he said. “He has taught me that—oh, that nothing matters except Andrew Robb!”
“Well, it is quite a big piece of Andrew Robb that begs you not to give it up. All Andrew Robb begs you not to,” she added.
“Oh, blow Andrew Robb!” said Hugh. “Edith, what do you want?”