“I? Dear, dear, dear! You don’t mean to say that you want me to live on dog biscuits. I decline to do it, Regina, even to please you. I lead a busy life, although, thank God! I am able to make money. I often scamp my lunch—just taking anything that comes handy, but my good breakfast in the morning and my good dinner at night I insist upon having.”
“Oh, those good dinners!” said Regina, but she said it good-naturedly, and Alfred only laughed and began to serve the soup.
“Now try a little of this, Palestine soup—your favorite.”
“No, not soup, dear.”
“Why punish yourself? You are as thin as a match already.”
“Dr. Money-Berry warned me against soups.”
“Well, this once? I bought something for you to-day. Now, to please me you must have a little of this.”
“Very well.”
“Your sins shall be upon my head,” said Alfred.
“No, I will take my sins on my own shoulders,” said Regina.