"It's too late for repentance; but I shall not be guilty of that particular kind of folly again. It was folly—and it was bad taste"—
"As I had not observed it, you might have been content to let it rest," he interrupted.
She checked herself in the reply she was about to make, clasping her hands helplessly.
"O Richard!" she said; "we are beginning again!"
"So we are," he responded, coolly; "we seem to have a tendency in that direction."
"And it always happens," she said, "when I speak of Senator Planefield, or of going away."
"You have fallen into the habit of wanting to go away lately," he answered. "You wanted to go to Europe"—
"I want to go still," she interposed, "very much."
"And I wish you to remain here," he returned, petulantly. "What's the use of a man's having a wife at the other side of the globe?"