"What has
troubled you?"
"Oh, such a dreadful dream! I thought I was all alone in a desert and
couldn't find you anywhere."
"But 'drames always go by conthraries, my dear,'" he quoted sportively.
Then more seriously, "Are you quite well, love?" he asked.
"A little dull and a trifle headachy," she answered, smiling up at him,
"but I think a cup of coffee and a drive with my husband in the sweet
morning air will cure me."
"You shall have both with the least possible delay."
"What time is it? Have you been to breakfast?"
"It's about nine, and I have taken breakfast. I think you must have some
before exerting yourself to dress."
"Just as you say; it's nice to have you tell me what to do," she said,
nestling closer in his arms. "I can't think why I should ever have
disliked it."
"I presume it was all the fault of my tone and manner, sometimes of my
words, too," he said, passing his hand caressingly over her hair and
cheek. "I'm afraid I've been decidedly bearish on several occasions; but I
trust I shall have the grace to treat my wife with politeness and
consideration after this."
Elsie, who had left the room on Zoe's awaking, now came in and bidding her
an affectionate good-morning, said she had ordered her breakfast to be
brought up at once, adding, "I hope you will do it justice, my dear.
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