“Yes; but I’m not going to take you there; you only ask to go to please me.”
“On my word of honor, I ask to go to please myself; and, if you don’t like to take me, I shall go over them with one of the stablemen, while you are sulking over your cigar by yourself. Now are you coming?”
So they went through the stables together, and Harry was quick to note the genuine ring in the interest, for what concerned him concerned her too now; and they walked all round the park together, and he said:
“Do you think you could ever live happily with me here, Annie?”
“And give up the stage?”
“Well, act only now and then. You might take an engagement for three months or more, but not give yourself up to it altogether. I know you are too clever to just settle down to keeping house for a dull, ignorant husband.”
“You’re not dull and ignorant, Harry.”
“Well, not so ignorant as I was,” said he, with, mysterious complacency. “Do you think that would be too great a sacrifice, Annie?”
“No, indeed. I couldn’t throw my whole heart into my acting now if I thought I was neglecting you.”
“And you will come and see me every Sunday, and stay till Monday evening now, won’t you? I mustn’t ask more than that yet, I suppose.”