"Cats," I exclaimed; and rushing down the steps, I kissed Roger before I kissed my husband.
"I meant—I mean—I was going to say lambs."
"Now, Roger, don't add to your vices flattery and"—
"And fibbing," he subjoined.
"I didn't say so."
"You only meant it."
"Don't begin again," interposed Percivale: "Come in, and refer the cause in dispute to me."
We did go in, and we did refer the matter to him. By the time we had between us told him the facts of the case, however, the point in dispute between us appeared to have grown hazy, the fact being that neither of us cared to say any thing more about it. Percivale insisted that there was no question before the court. At length Roger, turning from me to his brother, said,—
"It's not worth mentioning, Charley; but what led to our irreconcilable quarrel was this: I thought Wynnie might have accepted Miss Clare's invitation to walk in and pay her a visit; and Wynnie thought me, I suppose, too ready to sacrifice her dignity to the pleasure of seeing a little more of the object of our altercation. There!"
My husband turned to me and said,—