"No, Mr. Fritz, I should not forget him,—but I should not let him go away for six years."
"But suppose the king ordered him?"
"Then the king don't deserve to have a wife."
"And yet he has."
"So much the worse!"
"Bertha must have sat down."
"You know I don't think I care for one of my lovers. I think I could give them all up,—yes, every one,—if I met with anybody that I could love."
"Yes, and then suppose he didn't care for you?"
As Doome had never considered the probability of any such situation, its suggestion rather startled her. She held her tongue, while Daniel puffed gravely.
Soon Bertha came slowly into the room. "I think he ought to have got there by this time; don't you, Sir?"