I waited.
"Wright's crazy about her," proffered my husband, after a time, leaning back in his chair.
"Did he tell you so?" I asked curiously.
"Kept me up one whole night, expatiating on her charms and his extreme unworthiness," he replied.
I laughed.
"When I think of the things he said about her at first: 'female leopardess,' and 'did you take him for a lion tamer?'" I said, "it really is funny."
"A little antagonism at the outset," said Bill, blowing neat rings, "is very good for the course of true love—sometimes."
I was silent.
"Of course," said Bill, positively growling, "it's a lottery anyway—"
He was so absurd, so little-boyish, so ill-tempered, that I wanted to mother him. I had seen Peterkins just like that when things went wrong.—After all, I thought, it must be trying to be even temporarily bound to a woman you dislike so much.