“You are like other men in this, that you get angry when you can not have your way at once.”
“I angry!” he exclaimed in deadened voice. “You do not understand. I am thinking of you also—it is hard on me—”
“I mistrust not you, but my own power. You have produced an unfortunate impression on Mr. Travers.”
“Unfortunate impression! He treated me as if I had been a long-shore loafer. Never mind that. He is your husband. Fear in those you care for is hard to bear for any man. And so, he—”
“What Machiavellism!”
“Eh, what did you say?”
“I only wondered where you had observed that. On the sea?”
“Observed what?” he said, absently. Then pursuing his idea—“One word from you ought to be enough.”
“You think so?”
“I am sure of it. Why, even I, myself—”