Marion bent over her work.
"Can't I behave myself?" he repeated, threateningly, as he moved nearer her.
She looked up at last.
"Suppose you get bored with me—as you have with the Liberal party?"
"But never with liberty," he said, ardently.
"Suppose you come to see the seamy side of me—as you do of everybody?"
"I don't invent seamy sides—where none exist," he said, looking peremptorily into her eyes.
"I'm not clever, Herbert—and I think I'm a Tory."
"Heavens, what do I care? You're the woman I happen to love."
"And I intend to go to church."