"No, no," she cried, "it would never do at all. Your family—what would they say? They would not receive me."
"What do I care for my family? What has my family ever done for me?"
For an hour they argued, Lizzie refusing, declaring it was useless, insisting that she would then belong to no set; Frank assuring her that hand-in-hand and heart-to-heart they would together, with united strength and love, win a place for themselves in the world. They dozed in each other's arms.
Rousing himself, Frank said—
"Kiss me once more, little wifie; good-night, little wife …"
"Good-night, dear."
"Call me little husband; I shan't go to sleep until you do."
"Good-night, little husband."
"Say little hussy."
"Good-night, little hussy."