“And I am just as firmly resolved that you shall not. I am cured of my folly. But for that foolish prejudice you would never have been led to deceive me.”
They held sweet communion for some little time, and all seemed as lovely as during the bright days of their courtship.
Then the dinner bell rang.
Together they went down, Joe’s arm around his wife, as though they were lovers.
After the meal was over they again sought the library, and chatted.
“Now for your pipe, Joe, dear,” said Lillian.
He protested.
It was of no avail—she was determined that he had suffered enough—better love with a cigar in the house than the absence of both.
Few men will condemn Joe’s weakness.
In other respects he could be adamant, but he owned up to being very fond of a smoke.