“For the last time, Paley, I say it, I will never go into that house,” said she, angrily.
“I am sorry, Lilian,” I replied, sadly. “You do not act like the loving wife you have always been.”
“I will not be insulted any longer.”
“Very well, Lilian; I am going to move into the new house to-morrow.”
“What!” exclaimed she, aghast, for she evidently did not believe me capable of such rebellion.
“I shall go to the new house to-morrow, after bank hours. If you will not go with me, I cannot help it; and I must go alone.”
“Do you mean to say that you will desert me?” gasped she.
“Lilian, I will not pretend to say that what I have done is right, though I did it to please you. I have provided you a house much better than the home of your parents. I have done everything I could to make it comfortable and pleasant. I am sorry I did this without your knowledge, but it is done, and cannot be undone. If you will live in the house for a year or so, and then are not happy, I will leave it. I can do no more to please you.”
“I will not move into it!” said she, more bitterly than ever.