Why not, my love? I gently asked.
Oh, because I am such a little goose, said Dora, and she knows I am!
I thought this sentiment so incompatible with the establishment of any system of check on Mary Anne, that I frowned a little.
Oh, what ugly wrinkles in my bad boys forehead! said Dora, and still being on my knee, she traced them with her pencil; putting it to her rosy lips to make it mark blacker, and working at my forehead with a quaint little mockery of being industrious, that quite delighted me in spite of myself.
Theres a good child, said Dora; it makes its face so much prettier to laugh.
But, my love, said I.
No, no! please! cried Dora, with a kiss, dont be a naughty Blue Beard! Dont be serious!
My precious wife, said I, we must be serious sometimes. Come! Sit down on this chair, close beside me! Give me the pencil! There! Now let us talk sensibly. You know, dear; what a little hand it was to hold, and what a tiny wedding-ring it was to see! You know, my love, it is not exactly comfortable to have to go out without ones dinner. Now, is it?
Nnno! replied Dora, faintly.
My love, how you tremble!
Because I know youre going to scold me, exclaimed Dora, in a piteous voice.
My sweet, I am only going to reason.
Oh, but reasoning is worse than scolding! exclaimed Dora, in despair. I didnt marry to be reasoned with. If you meant to reason with such a poor little thing as I am, you ought to have told me so, you cruel boy!
I tried to pacify Dora, but she turned away her face, and shook her curls from side to side, and said You cruel, cruel boy! so many times, that I really did not exactly know what to do: so I took a few turns up and down the room in my uncertainty, and came back again.
Dora, my darling!
No, I am not your darling. Because you must be sorry that you married me, or else you wouldnt reason with me! returned Dora.
I felt so injured by the inconsequential nature of this charge, that it gave me courage to be grave.
Now, my own Dora, said I, you are very childish, and are talking nonsense. You must remember, I am sure, that I was obliged to go out yesterday when dinner was half over; and that, the day before, I was made quite unwell by being obliged to eat underdone veal in a hurry; to-day, I dont dine at alland I am afraid to say how long we waited for breakfastand then the water didnt boil. I dont mean to reproach you, my dear, but this is not comfortable.
Oh, you cruel, cruel boy, to say I am a disagreeable wife! cried Dora.
Now, my dear Dora, you must know that I never said that!
You said I wasnt comfortable! said Dora.
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