“And pay thirty dollars a week for our board! I don’t think so,” I replied; and this was almost the first time I had ventured to disagree with her.
“Mother says she boards us cheaper than any body else would,” snapped my pretty one. “Now you insult her for her kindness to us.”
“I have already explained my position to her. I did not mean to insult her, and I don’t think my conduct will bear that construction. But, Lilian, the house in Needham Street is all ready for us. I have even hired a servant girl, who is there now.”
“I will not go into it, Paley. If you wish to abuse my mother you can, but I will not. I am sorry you have ceased to love me.”
“I have not ceased to love you, Lilian,” I replied, putting my arm around her neck and kissing her.
Then I went over the whole argument again, and if I did not convince her that I had not insulted or wronged her mother, it was because her fears set logic at naught.
“You will sell the furniture, and give up the house—won’t you, Paley?” said she, in her most fascinating way.
“I would if I could Lilian, but the die is cast. I must go, or I am ruined.”
Suddenly, in a fit of passion, she shook my arm from her neck and shrunk from me.