“You do not mean that, Paley?” said she, looking up into my face, while her lips quivered and her chest heaved with emotion.
“Of course I mean it, Lilian.”
“Do you mean to say that you intend to drag me to that house, whether I am willing to go or not?”
“Certainly not. I have never hinted at any thing of the kind. I only say that I am going; and going at seven o’clock this evening.”
“O, Paley! I did not think you would do such a thing!” sobbed she.
“I did not think, Lilian, after I had done all I could to please you; after I had carried out the arrangement we agreed upon when we came to board at your mother’s; after I had nearly ruined myself in fitting up the house, that you would refuse to live in it,” I pleaded. “I acknowledge that I have done wrong, but I cannot help it now. If you will go to the new house with me, I will promise to give it up in a reasonable time, if you are not happy there.”
“I will not go, Paley! I have said it, and I mean it,” said she, spitefully.
“Very well. I am going at seven o’clock,” I replied, sadly enough.
I began to pack my trunk, while she sobbed in her chair.