“But, James, dear—”
“All right, old lady, I’m getting calm now; but listen to me. I mean this: you are not to go to his room to-night.”
“James!”
“Nor yet to Kate’s, till I go with you.”
“My dear James!”
“That’s me,” he said, with a faint smile, “and you’re a very good, affectionate, well meaning old woman; but if ever there was one who was always getting her husband into scrapes, it is you.”
“Really, dear!” she cried, appealingly.
“Yes, and truly. There, that will do. Done dinner?”
“Yes, dear.”
“Don’t you want any cheese or dessert?”