"Oh, go ahead, dear, if you feel so strongly about it, but—" and her tiny, dark head drooped, "I'm a little wearied ... I want quiet and peace a little while longer ... I'm getting the worst of it—not you so much, or Penton.
"I'm the woman in the case.
"Remember the invitation the other night, from the Congregational minister—for tea? He invited you for tea, you remember, and left me out?"
"—remember, too," I replied fondly, caressing her head, "how I didn't even deign to reply to the —— —— —— ——!"
"Sh!" putting her hand gently and affectionately over my mouth, "don't swear so ... very well, poke the wild beasts again!... but we'll only serve as sport for another Roman holiday for the newspapers."
I wrote Miller to come down, that I had an exclusive interview for him.
He arrived the very night of the day he received my letter.
Darrie stepped out over to the Ronds', not to be herself brought into what she had so far managed to keep out of.
Hildreth consumed the better part of two hours fixing herself up as women do when they want to make an impression....
"Your friend from Kansas must see that you haven't made such a bad choice in picking me," she proclaimed, with that pretty droop of her mouth.