“It’s time for lunch; let’s go out.” He shook his head. The suggestion irritated him. “The walk will do you good.”
“Are you going to order me around?” he said, frowning.
“To-day, yes, because you can’t make up your mind,” she said, coming to him with his coat. It was rarely that she took a determined stand. He turned, resenting it.
“We must come to an understanding,” he said irritatedly. “I don’t intend to be told to do this and do that. If I want to cut loose, go wild, I’m going to do it!”
She faced him resolutely.
“Don’t worry; I’m not asking you to do anything—no promises.” She considered a moment, and corrected herself with a smile. “Only one promise.”
He drew back, prepared for an issue, frowning.
“What one?”
“Whatever you do, wherever you go, I am to go with you.”
He glanced at her sharply—the blurred look on his face that she dreaded.