“What will you do with it?” asked her husband.
“Something very nice. You’re sure to object.”
“Is that what makes it nice: my objecting?”
“That makes it more exciting.”
“Then let me object hard, dear.”
Louise withstood the laughter that greeted Keble’s score. “Do it immediately,” she advised, “and have it over with; then I’ll say what it is.”
“Why not spare us a scene?” suggested Miriam. “We know what a brute he is.”
“You’re concerned in it,” Louise replied. “I hope you won’t object, for that would be fatal.”
This gave Keble his opportunity for revenge against Miriam’s “brute.” “Mayn’t we take Miriam’s compliance for granted? We know what a diplomat she is.”
Louise was now seated on the opposite side of the table, facing them. “Do you object, Papa?”