"Charles Whitney," she said, "you and I have brought up our children to take their proper place in our aristocracy of wealth and birth and breeding.

And I know you're not going to undo what we've done, and done well." "That's your 'bossy' tone, Mattie," he drawled, his desire to talk getting a fresh excuse for indulging itself.

"I guess this is a good time to let you into a secret.

You've thought you ran me ever since we were engaged.

That delusion of yours nearly lost you the chance to lead these thirty years of wedded bliss with me.