"You foolish, hot-headed boy! Do get up and talk sensibly!"
The subjugated obeyed meekly, all the fire out of his veins, and sat like a whipped schoolboy in a distant chair, which she indicated with regal indignation. "For," said Leah, as if she were announcing an entirely new fact, "I am a married woman;" and she slipped behind the tea-table to prevent further demonstrations.
"As if I didn't know," sighed Askew, disconsolately.
"Then why did you behave so badly, you wicked boy?"
"Because jewellers' windows are tempting."
"Jewellers' windows?"
"You look into them, and see pretty things you can't buy. Naturally, a fellow wants to smash the glass and----"
"I understand the parable. But a thief has to reckon with the law, and so has a married woman. You would not like to see me divorced, Harry?"
"I would like to see you my wife," he retorted, evasively and stubbornly.
"Impossible! I am already a wife. If I eloped with you, what respect could you have for me?