“And what are you doing?” she asked.
“I’m thinking what tune I shall whistle,” he laughed.
And instead of boxing his ears, she considered him in earnest.
“You think I want to give you what’s good for you?”she asked.
“I hope so; but love should give a sense of freedom, not of prison. Miriam made me feel tied up like a donkey to a stake. I must feed on her patch, and nowhere else. It’s sickening!”
“And would YOU let a WOMAN do as she likes?”
“Yes; I’ll see that she likes to love me. If she doesn’t — well, I don’t hold her.”