“It’s actually pathetic,” said Laura, as we sat sipping our coffee after the meal, “to see how he idolizes that child.” Alice had just left the room.
“Why don’t he idolize the child’s”—began her husband, in undertone, and did not have to finish to make us understand.
“He does,” murmured the smiling wife.
“Then why shouldn’t he tell her so?”
“My dear!” objected the wife, very softly and prettily.
“I don’t mean to speak lightly,” responded the husband, “but—they love each other; they suit each other; they complete each other; they don’t feel their disparity of years; they’re both so linked to Alice that it would break either heart over again to be separated from her. I don’t see why”—
Laura shook her head, smiling in the gentle way that only the happy wives of good men have.
“It will never be.”