“That will be very wise,” remarked Annie gravely. “And, if you were only to treat in the same way every other person who can talk to me on subjects that interest me and who does not grumble at me from morning till night, I am sure I should become a much better wife and a much more entertaining companion for yourself.” She had risen and walked toward the door.
“Where are you going?” asked Harry sharply.
“To meet Lilian at the station. You know she is coming to-day, and Stephen with her.”
He let her go without further comment; but, when she came down-stairs again, ready to start, she found him in the hall playing with a hunting-crop.
“I say, Annie, are you going to the library at Beckham?”
“Yes.”
“Will you get some books for me?”
“For you!” said his wife, in amazement.
“Yes, for me”—very irritably.
“Oh, yes, certainly! What books shall I get?”