Macneillie could not resist teasing her a little.
“What! I thought you were a model husband and wife, and had no secrets from each other! And here you are pledging me to silence!”
She laughed at his comical expression, and felt much better for laughing.
“We do tell each other everything as a rule, but this could only vex him and make things uncomfortable all round, and just now he is studying so very hard for his first attempt at Hamlet. I really believe he is more Hamlet than himself; he seems to think of him all day long and even in his sleep he has taken to muttering bits of his part. It’s quite uncanny to hear him in the dead of night!”
She was quite her cheerful self again and nothing more was said as to what had passed that morning. Macneillie however turned things over in his mind and that evening at the theatre he reaped the harvest of a quiet eye, and began to understand the precise state of affairs.
CHAPTER XXXIV
“O for a heart from self set free
And doubt and fret and care,