CHAPTER XVI
A BOLD INTRUDER.
That evening Robert did not go down town to
dinner, but stayed at home, by way of doing
penance. He sat in his room, reading; suddenly
he threw aside the paper and said:
"What nonsense to pretend to read in a home like this, I ought to give all my time to adoration of you; few men are so blessed."
"How lovely of you to say that; you are the very best husband in all the world, I know you are."
"And you, my wife, are just what I would have you be."
She lifted her face and looked ardently into his:
"I am so happy; are you?"
"As happy as I ever wish to be in heaven," he replied, with great earnestness.
"Oh, don't say that, it is irreverent—sacrilegious"
The sentence was cut short by the servant entering and announcing:
"Mr. Latham, Mr. Frost."
Cherokee, in astonishment, asked:
