“At the Merriams.”
“I wish to goodness you wouldn’t!” she exclaimed, petulantly.
“My dear girl, because I am secretly married to you, I am not going to give up my dearest and oldest friends.”
“I hate them. You know I do.”
“It’s a pity, my dear, but it can’t be helped. And haven’t we discussed this rather too often lately?”
“You do very little to please me,” she said.
“I would do anything in reason.”
“If you loved me, you would not think of reason.”
“Look here, Minna,” said Hugh, losing patience, “what do you want? Of course I love you. But as things are, I must lead my own life. If you were always with me, there would be modifications—naturally. I am getting as tired of this half and half state as you are. I was going soon to approach your father on the subject. But what you have told me this afternoon has somewhat disturbed my plans. We must wait a little longer. But in the meantime——”
“I don’t mind waiting at all,” she interrupted. “It isn’t that.”