“We only went four miles. Four out and four in.”
“You may be driving her rather too far some day—fourteen, or so.”
“I don’t think she’d be driven. With all her simplicity, she knows how to take care of herself.”
Simplicity! I looked at him; and saw he spoke the word in good faith. He was simple.
“She has a husband, Tod.”
“Well?”
“Do you suppose he would like to see you driving her abroad?—and all you fellows in her rooms to the last minute any of you dare stop out?”
“That’s not my affair. It’s his.”
“Any way, Everty might come down upon the lot of you some of these fine days, and say things you’d not like. She’s to blame. Why, you heard what that old lady in the brown bonnet said—that her husband must think Sophie was staying with her.”
“The fire’s low, and I’m cold,” said Tod. “Good-night, Johnny.”