“I don’t keep milkmaids,” he replied. “I have a milkman; it’s more useful.”
“You dear old thing,” she cried. “How matter of fact you are!”
She caught hold of his hands and looked at them.
“I’m rather frightened of you, sometimes,” she said, laughing. “You’re so strong. I feel so utterly weak and helpless beside you.”
“Are you afraid I shall beat you?”
She looked up at him and then down at the strong hands.
“I don’t think I should mind if you did. I think I should only love you more.”
He burst out laughing and kissed her.
“I’m not joking,” she said. “I understand now those women who love beasts of men. They say that some wives will stand anything from their husbands; they love them all the more because they’re brutal. I think I’m like that; but I’ve never seen you in a passion, Eddie. What are you like when you’re angry?”
“I never am angry.”