She smiled and shook her head.
“Look at the people who haven’t any,” she reminded him.
It was perhaps half an hour later when an idea which brought with it a smile came to her.
“We’ve definitely resolved now to wait until you have either accomplished what you set out to do, or completely failed, haven’t we?”
“Then I’m going to open one of the letters your father left for us. I have been dying with curiosity to know what is in it,” and hurrying up to her secretary she brought down one of the inevitable gray envelopes, addressed:
To My Children Upon the Occasion of Their Deciding to Marry Before the Limit of My Prohibition
“What I can not for the life of me understand is why the devil you didn’t do it long ago!”
Bobby was so thoroughly awake to the underlying principle of Agnes’ contention that even this letter did nothing to change his viewpoint.
“For it isn’t him, it is us, or rather it is me, who is to be considered,” he declared. “But it does seem to me, Agnes, as if for once we had got the better of the governor.”