“That chair will break. Sit somewhere else.”
“To return to the subject of matrimony,” she said.
“Of breakfast.”
“A woman lets her husband see too much of her, and know too much about her. She frequently looks ugly. Oh, Dr. Jaegar, thou art answerable for much woe! Breakfast is a disturbing meal, for we sometimes are weary at breakfast and—you may have yours alone.”
“I would like it better with you.”
“That is it,” she exclaimed. “Now you would. Soon you would not. You must make a man do without what he loves, to keep his love. Men are so unreasonable.”
“Do you believe in anyone, Lily?”
“No. Yes, I do.”
“Tell me,” he asked eagerly, “in whom do you believe?”
“In myself.”