"And, for shame!
Nobody was ever so good as you are. I look up to you and--Now I could
stop your mouth in a minute. I have only to remind you that I shall
swear at the altar to obey you, and you will not swear to obey me. But
I will not crush you under the Prayer-book--no, dearest; but, indeed,
to obey is a want of my nature, and I marry you to supply that want:
and that's a story, for I marry you because I love and honor and
worship and adore you to distraction, my own--own--own!" With this she
flung herself passionately, yet modestly on his shoulder, and, being
there, murmured, coaxingly, "You will let me obey you, Charles?"
Thereupon Sir Charles felt highly gelatinous, and lost, for the moment,
all power of resistance or argument.
"Ah, you will; and then you will remind me of my dear mother. She knew
how to command; but as for poor dear papa, he is very disappointing. In
selecting an admiral for my parent, I made sure of being ordered about.
Instead of that--now I'll show you--there he is in the next room,
inventing a new system of signals, poor dear--"
She threw the folding-doors open.
"Papa dear, shall I ask Charles to dinner to-day?"
"As you please, my dear."
"Do you think I had better walk or ride this afternoon?"
"Whichever you prefer.
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