Our home will be the
nursery of advanced ideas. We shall share together the joys and
delights of the public platform. What more can any man want?"
"You will want your dinner early," I said, "if you are going by the
eight-thirty. I had better tell cook--"
He interrupted me again.
"You can tell cook to go to the devil," he said.
I naturally stared at him.
"She is going to marry a beastly little rotter of a rent collector
that she doesn't care a damn for," he went on.
I could not understand why he seemed so mad about it.
"I don't see, in any case, what it's got to do with you," I said,
"but, as a matter of fact, she isn't."
"Isn't what?" he said, stopping short and turning on me.
"Isn't going to marry him," I answered.
"Why not?" he demanded.
"Better ask her," I suggested.
I didn't know at the time that it was a silly thing to say, and I am
not sure that I should not have said it if I had. When he is in one
of his moods I always seem to get into one of mine. I have looked
after Mr. John ever since he was a baby, so that we do not either of
us treat the other quite as perhaps we ought to.
"Tell cook I want her," he said.
"She is just in the middle--" I began.
"I don't care where she is," he said. He seemed determined never to
let me finish a sentence.
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