"Indeed I do. And if I didn't think you would be happy I would not allow it—indeed I wouldn't."
Alaric thought for a few moments.
The result of this mental activity took form and substance as follows:
"She is not half-bad-lookin'—at times—when she's properly dressed."
"I've seen her look almost beautiful!" cried Mrs. Chichester.
Alaric suddenly grew depressed.
"Shockin' temper, mater!" and he shook his head despondently.
"That would soften under the restraining hand of affection!" reasoned his mother.
"She would have to dress her hair and drop DOGS. I will not have a dog all over the place, and I do like tidiness in women. Especially their hair. In that I would have to be obeyed."
"The woman who LOVES always OBEYS!" cried his mother.