“I am just as fond of you; I am fonder. You don’t suppose I stay with an old woman from choice, do you? I do it just as much for your sake as mine, Caroline.”
“Call me your wife again—you haven’t said it lately—and kiss me, do kiss me.”
“You are my wife,” he said, “and you know I am fond of you, and——” Aunt Anne heard the sound of his kisses. “I like holding you again,” he went on; “it’s awful being always with that old woman.”
“Well, you don’t have to kiss her, as she’s your aunt,” she said with a laugh.
“I have to kiss her night and morning,” he answered; “but I get out of her way as much as possible—you can bet that.”
“Mother and grandmother are always saying, perhaps she will give you the slip and leave her money to somebody else.”
“I don’t think she’ll do that,” he said; “but that’s one reason why I keep a sharp look-out.”
“Hasn’t she got anything now? You don’t seem to get much out of her, if she has.”
“She’s a close-fisted old woman. Come up closer on my shoulder—I like feeling your face there.”
“Suppose she died to-morrow,” the woman said—“where would you be then?”