And I tried to be so cool and calm that it would make him calm and cool, too.

(But it didn't calm him or cool him one bit.) "It's about when you're married, and--" "Married!" he interrupted again.

(They never let _me_ interrupt like that!) "To Cousin Grace--yes.

But, Father, you--you _are_ going to marry Cousin Grace, aren't you ?" I cried--and I did 'most cry, for I saw by his face that he was not.
"That is not my present intention," he said.

His lips came together hard, and he looked over his shoulder to see if Cousin Grace was coming back.
"But you're going to _sometime_," I begged him.
"I do not expect to." Again he looked over his shoulder to see if she was coming.