He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. "Then it needn't trouble you, dear—it's enough that I myself go straight."
"Are you so very convinced it's straight?"—she wouldn't be a bore to him, but she couldn't not be a blessing.
"What in the world else is it," he asked, "when, having good reasons, one acts on 'em?"
"You must have an immense array," she sighed, "to fly so in the face of Opinion!"
"'Opinion'?" he commented—"I fly in its face? Why, the vulgar thing, as I'm taking my quiet walk, flies in mine! I give it a whack with my umbrella and send it about its business." To which he added with more reproach: "It's enough to have been dished by Grace—without your falling away!"
Sadly and sweetly she defended herself. "It's only my great affection—and all that these years have been for us: they it is that make me wish you weren't so proud."
"I've a perfect sense, my dear, of what these years have been for us—a very charming matter. But 'proud' is it you find me of the
