never want anyone but you and the boy if I had my own way!
Sometimes I wish that we could just slip away from everybody and
everything, and never see these people again!"

If she had expected him to endorse this radical hope she was
disappointed, for Warren responded briskly: "Yes, and we would
bore each other to death in two months!"

Rachael was silent, but over the sinking discouragement of her
heart she was gallantly forming new resolutions. She would think
more of her clothes, she would make a special study of dinners and
theatre parties, she would be seen at the opera at least every
other week.

"I gave up the London trip just because you weren't enthusiastic,"
Warren was saying, with the unmistakable readiness of one whose
grievances have long been classified in his mind. "It's baby--
baby--baby! I don't say much--"

"Indeed you don't!" Rachael conceded gratefully.

"But I think you overdo it, my dear!" finished her husband kindly.
Clarence Breckenridge's wife would have assumed a different
attitude during this little talk, but Rachael Gregory felt every
word like a blow upon her quivering heart. She could not protest,
she could not ignore. Her love for him made this moment one of
absolute agony, and it was with the humility of great love that
she met him more than halfway.

"You're right, of course, Greg, and it must have been stupid for