"You see how little you knew me."
"Women are always deceived."
"It's funny how they rush at marriage."
"Oh," I cried, "you are too dreadful! Go away at once."
He laughed and croodled closer to the couch.
"This is our last afternoon," he said ingratiatingly, looking up into my face.
"What do you mean?"
"Before the she-dragon comes. Be nice to me, wife."
I looked away. It is hard to resist the plead in Dimbie's eyes and the crook of his mouth. His hand stole into mine. I took no notice. The other hand stroked my hair the wrong way, and—then, after the manner of fond, foolish woman, I forgave him and was nice.