“Such a thing never happened before?”
“Certainly not.”
“How about the time you lost your slipper off under the table the night we were dining at the Dennisons’ and you forbade me to get it? Then when you thought I hadn’t——”
“Oh—that was a silly thing—don’t mention it. This was different. You knew the horses weren’t safe for me to drive——”
“You admit that?”
“For the sake of the argument, yes. But since you thought they weren’t safe, it would have been a weak thing for you to have given in to me.”
“Thank you—that’s precisely the way I felt.”
“But it doesn’t prevent—it wouldn’t prevent my wanting my own way—always—about everything——”
“When?”
She turned a brilliant color under the lantern rays.