CHAPTER V
THE COMMAND OF LOVE
Mr. Allen put down his teacup and gazed across the table at Helen. Since Mrs. Bosworth had left the drawing-room, ten minutes before, they had been arguing the old, old point, and both held their old positions.
"Then you will never, never give your ideas up?" he sighed, with mock-seriousness that was wholly serious.
"Then you will never, never give your ideas up?" she repeated in the same tone.
"Never, never."
"Never, never."
They looked at each other steadily for a moment, then their make-believe lightness fell from them.
"We certainly do disagree to perfection!" he exclaimed.
"Yes. So perfectly that the more I think of what you've asked for, the more inadvisable does it seem."