Travilla, but I think it's a pretty story if I'm to
be called to account as to where I go even about the house."
"Nothing but a guilty conscience could have made you look at my question
in that light," he said, leaning against the mantel and looking down
severely at her as she stood before him, for they were now in her boudoir.
"I presume you have been in Max's room, condoling with and encouraging him
in his defiance of grandpa's authority; and let me tell you, I won't allow
it."
"It makes no difference whether you allow it or not," she said, turning
away with a contemptuous sniff. "I'm my own mistress."
"Do you mean to defy my authority, Zoe?" he asked, with suppressed anger.
"Yes, I do. I'll do anything in the world for love and coaxing, but I
won't be driven. I'm your wife, sir, not your slave."
"I have no desire to enslave you, Zoe," he said, his tone softening, "but
you are so young, so very young for a married woman, that you surely ought
to be willing to submit to a little loving guidance and control."
"I didn't perceive much love in the attempt you made just now," she said,
seating herself and opening a book.
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