“‘We ain’t seen much of one another,’ she answers; ‘but I agree with you, we don’t seem to enjoy it much when we do.’
“‘It ain’t your fault,’ says he.
“‘I’m glad you think that,’ she answers; ‘it shows me you ain’t quite as foolish as I was beginning to think you.’
“‘Of course, I didn’t know when I married you,’ he goes on, ‘as I was going to come into this money.’
“‘No, nor I either,’ says she, ‘or you bet it wouldn’t have happened.’
“‘It seems to have been a bit of a mistake,’ says he, ‘as things have turned out.’
“‘It would have been a mistake, and more than a bit of a one in any case,’ answers she.
“‘I’m glad you agree with me,’ says he; ‘there’ll be no need to quarrel.’
“‘I’ve always tried to agree with you,’ says she. ‘We’ve never quarrelled yet, and that ought to be sufficient proof to you that we never shall.’
“‘It’s a mistake that can be rectified,’ says he, ‘if you are sensible, and that without any harm to anyone.’