“It’s taken a long time, but we’ve pretty nearly done it,” he said; “it remains to consolidate.”
“And these people don’t see it!” Clarissa exclaimed.
“It takes all sorts to make a world,” said her husband. “There would never be a government if there weren’t an opposition.”
“Dick, you’re better than I am,” said Clarissa. “You see round, where I only see there.” She pressed a point on the back of his hand.
“That’s my business, as I tried to explain at dinner.”
“What I like about you, Dick,” she continued, “is that you’re always the same, and I’m a creature of moods.”
“You’re a pretty creature, anyhow,” he said, gazing at her with deeper eyes.
“You think so, do you? Then kiss me.”
He kissed her passionately, so that her half-written letter slid to the ground. Picking it up, he read it without asking leave.
“Where’s your pen?” he said; and added in his little masculine hand: