"You are honestly happy, dear?" he inquired for the hundredth time.
"I couldn't be happier," and she reposed in his arms.
"Have truly forgotten that you are an Ethiopian, and must share what is Ethiopia's?"
"Will share what is yours, my Jean."
"Always so beautifully have you said that."
"Have I, now, really?"
"Do you recall the day when I forgot, dear, The Custom of the Country—and its law?"
"How could I forget it?"
"And what followed?"
"I cannot forget that, either. But Jean, do you want me to?"