"I have no intention of keeping a motor," he said. Rachel said nothing.
"Are you very angry with me?" Rendel said.
"I am not sure," she answered. "I think I am."
"You mustn't be—after saving my life, too, this morning, in the boat."
"Saving your life?" said Rachel, surprised.
"Yes," Rendel said. "By not steering me into any of the things we met on the Thames."
"Oh!" said Rachel, smiling, "I am afraid even that was more your doing than mine, as you kept calling out to me which string to pull."
"Perhaps. But the extraordinary thing was that when you were told you did pull it," said Rendel.
"Oh, any one can do that," replied Rachel.
"I beg your pardon, it is not so simple," Rendel answered, thinking to himself, though he had the good sense at that moment not to formulate it, what an adorable quality it would be in a wife that she should always pull exactly the string she was told to pull.