“Unfortunately I feel I ought to go, Milly. You’ve always talked about wanting to meet high-caste people and now when the chance is open, you’re half-frightened to death.”
“You’re frightened too!”
“I’ll not deny it—not frightened so much as nervous. But it’s a chance to go and learn something and show me what I lack. Those people can’t eat me and I intend to take it. If I’ve got to learn, now’s as good a time as any to start in.”
Milly gave a nasty little chuckle.
“And to think that once I thought you was my hero,” she observed, “as far above me in class as the stars!”
“We won’t go into that, Milly. Do you care to go with me to this dinner to-morrow night or do you not?”
“I’ll go,” snapped Milly, “but you needn’t blame me if I put my foot in it.”
“Milly, did it ever strike you that you’re not trying to help me very much as my wife—to get on, I mean—holding up your end?”
“I’m no different than I was when you married me! Kindly remember that!”
“How can I forget it, Milly?”