“Oh, Ell-en, Ellen, Ellen! Oh, my love, my dearest, my best!”
“But I have been such a fool!” she protested, imagining that she was going to push him from her, but losing herself in him more and more.
“Yes, yes, darling! I know it. That’s why I love you so!”
XXVI.
“There is just one thing,” said the judge, as he wound up his watch that night, “that makes me a little uneasy still.”
Mrs. Kenton, already in her bed turned her face upon him with a despairing “Tchk! Dear! What is it? I thought we had talked over everything.”
“We haven’t got Lottie’s consent yet.”
“Well, I think I see myself asking Lottie!” Mrs. Kenton began, before she realized her husband’s irony. She added, “How could you give me such a start?”
“Well, Lottie has bossed us so long that I couldn’t help mentioning it,” said the judge.