"Oh! Don't hope for that from me, Basil. I won't be welded into anybody's family or anybody's nature."
"Darling,"—his arms were round her—"I never want you to be anything but yourself."
She leaned back.
"But is it a self you like? Are you satisfied with it? You know"—she touched his chin lightly with her forefinger—"we're going to have a lot of trouble."
"If we are together——"
"Because we are together. Oh, I can smell it afar off. I did directly I came into the house."
"Don't you like it?" he asked, and released her gently.
"The house is beautiful—but we're not going to be alone in it, are we? Oh, I'm not complaining, but I rather wish we were going to have a semi-detached villa, and a maid like Bessie. Yet I hate housework! I'm afraid—I'm dreadfully afraid—I shall get annoyed." Her head was on one side, she twisted her fingers among his.
"Theresa, you will be considerate of my mother."
"Don't, don't, don't! If you put questions in the form of statements I shall go mad."