"That was different—"
"—when you were boys, and now you are so proud that you refuse to stay three miserable little months with us—"
"No, no, Molly; indeed, 'tis not that!"
"Confess, if Miles were a bachelor, you would not hesitate?" He was silent, nonplussed.
"You see! And just because he has a wife you are disagreeable and proud. You feel you cannot bear to stay with me—"
"I swear I do not!"
"Then why do you refuse?" she triumphed.
"Molly—really, I—" He broke off, laughing. "You little wretch, you leave me nothing to say!"
"Then you will stay, as I ask?"
"You are quite sure—"