“I shall go,” said her husband, calmly.
“You will go, my dear!” cried she, amazed. “You will go without me?”
“Not without you, if you will be so kind as to go with me, my love,” said he.
“It is quite out of my power,” said she: “I am engaged to my friend, Mrs. Nettleby.”
“Very well, my dear,” said he; “do as you please.”
“Certainly I shall. And I am surprised, my dear, that you do not go to see Mr. John Nettleby.”
“I have no desire to see him, my dear. He is, as I have often heard you say, an obstinate fool. He is a man I dislike particularly.”
“Very possibly; but you ought to go to see him notwithstanding.”
“Why so, my dear?”
“Because he is married to a woman I like. If you had any regard for me, your own feelings would have saved you the trouble of asking that question.”