“It is too bad, I shall have to take the arm of a small one; you will be but the American minister, you know. (Great Heaven! how determined he looks! I know he means to kiss me. If I can only keep his ambition going.)”
“I will be senator first, and pass a bill placing this country on an equal diplomatic footing with the proudest in Europe. You will then go to your embassy as the wife of an ambassador.”
“I know you will accomplish it; and let it be Paris. I cannot endure to shop anywhere else.”
“It shall be Paris.”
“Are you not tired?” she asked hurriedly.
“Tired? I have not thought of fatigue.”
“The day is so warm.”
“I have not felt it. Jessica!”
“O—h—h—h!” and catching her face convulsively in her hand, she sank into a chair.
“What is it? What is it?” he cried, hopping about her like an agitated spider, the tip of his nose punctuating his excitement. “What can I do? Are you ill?”