“Scenes are easily avoided.”
“How?”
“By a process of refrigeration. Be as ice. Do not give the lady an opportunity to melt. Compel her to restrain herself for the sake of her self-respect.”
Steel smiled ironically at his wife’s earnestness.
“An antagonistic attitude—”
“Exactly. Polite north-windedness. Be an iceberg of professional propriety. Kate Murchison has pride; she will not catch you by the knees. Heavens, Parker”—and she brimmed with mischief—“I should like to see you trying to disentangle your legs from some hysterical lady’s embraces!”
Her husband glanced at himself in the glass, and adjusted his tie as a protest against his wife’s raillery.
“The sooner the interview is ended—the better,” he remarked.
“Wait, let me see you attempt the necessary stony stare!”
And she glided up and kissed him, much to the spruce physician’s sincere surprise.