28/31 "But you know without talking to him that it's the way he does feel about it? "Yes." George's brow grew darker still. "Do you think I'd be much of a man," he said, slowly, "if I let any other man dictate to me my own way of life ?" "George! Who's 'dictating' your--" "It seems to me it amounts to that!" he returned. He's never, never spoken unkindly, or 'dictatingly' of you." She lifted her hand in protest, and her face was so touching in its distress that for the moment George forgot his anger. He seized that small, troubled hand. |