“No, I don’t! If you begin in this way we can never be happy.”
“Why not?”
“In the first place, I don’t want to go to housekeeping yet.”
“But I thought you did. The plan has been from the beginning, since we could not get board at the Revere or in Beacon Street, to go to housekeeping,” I replied, with rather more sharpness than I had ever before found it necessary to use to dear Lilian.
She was evidently angry, and her eyes glowed like diamonds in the sunlight. But she never looked so pretty as she did at that moment when her face was rouged with natural roses, and her eyes appeared like a living soul.
“Do you think, Paley, that I want to go to housekeeping in a little, narrow contracted box like this?” she added.
“I thought you liked the house, dearest Lilian.”
“I like it very well for Mrs. Pierce Glasswood, but not for Mrs. Paley Glasswood.”
“I am sorry you don’t like it, for it is too late now to recede,” I replied, gasping for breath. “I was sure it would please you.”