"Alice has set her heart on it, and as for me—well, you know how little any evening means to me unless we are together."
"Then I will send Riley to see about the seats."
"But before you do that, I have a complaint to make."
Gorham smiled at the expression on his wife's face, half serious, half humorous.
"Who is the culprit?"
"Riley," she replied.
"Riley?" her husband repeated. "Good heavens, don't tell me that you and
Riley have been having trouble!"
"Not trouble, exactly; but really, Robert, he treats me as if I were a child."
"No!" Gorham assumed an incredulity he did not feel. "Tell me all about it."
"It is too absurd to speak of, but I was really annoyed with him for the moment. He actually wouldn't let me go shopping this morning—he said I was too tired, and absolutely refused to order a cab."