When they were seated in their carriage, and the horses were moving at a smart trot down Pennsylvania avenue towards Seventh street, Alexander turned to his now quiet companion, and said:
“You were very much pleased, my little love?”
“Oh, more than that; I have been in Heaven!” she aspirated.
“You little enthusiast! But what makes you so quiet now?”
“I have scarcely got back to earth, I suppose.”
“Drusa, you saw those visitors that came into our box?”
“Yes; they were friends of yours, and looked as if they expected you to introduce them to me.”
“Yes, I dare say they did; but, Drusilla, did you wish me to do so?”
“I? I had no wish on the subject. But any friends of yours, Alick, would be always most welcome to my acquaintance.”
“Not so, little one. A man may have many friends that he would not like to present to his wife. And these—were roughs.”