"I do not care to look at anything that you don't like," he replied.
"Cigars? -" I suggested.
"No indeed. If you disapprove of them, I shall have no more fellowship with them."
"That is going quite too far, Mr. Marshall. A man should never give up anything that he does not disapprove of himself."
"Not to please somebody he wishes to please?"
"Of course," I said, thinking of Mr. Thorold, - "there might be such cases. But in general."
"This is one of the cases. I wish to please you."
"Thank you," I said earnestly. "But indeed, I should be more pleased to have you follow your own sense of right than any notion of another, even of myself."
"You are not like any other woman I ever saw," he said smiling. "Do you know, they all have a passion for command? There are De Saussure's mother and sisters, - they do not leave him a moment's peace, because he is not at home fighting."
I was silent, and hoped that Mr. De Saussure's friends might now perhaps get him away from Geneva at least.