“Why do you speak of separation?”
“Ah! you don’t like it; I knew you wouldn’t!”
“Where are you going, Morris?” she suddenly asked.
He fixed his eye on her for a moment, and for a part of that moment she was afraid of it. “Will you promise not to make a scene?”
“A scene!—do I make scenes?”
“All women do!” said Morris, with the tone of large experience.
“I don’t. Where are you going?”
“If I should say I was going away on business, should you think it very strange?”
She wondered a moment, gazing at him. “Yes—no. Not if you will take me with you.”
“Take you with me—on business?”