“Is not that rather selfish?”
“Life is such a sham. I don’t believe in the transmigration of souls; I don’t want to come back and pull through another miserable existence.”
“I want you to stay this soul in this body; I do not want to lose you.”
“If every woman in the world were like you—”
“And every man were as tired and hungry as you—”
“What would he do?”
“He would hurry home to a good, hot dinner.”
“I have not eaten or drank since yesterday morning. Sue has a hot dinner waiting for me. She will sit with me while I eat, and tell me, perhaps, that she has had a letter from that fellow in Philadelphia, or that that well-preserved specimen of manhood, old John Gesner, has asked her to drive with him. Some flirtation of hers is sauce to every dish.”
“Poor Sue,” sighed Tessa.
“She might be happy if she would; I would take care of her.”