"And now I think of it, I wish you would talk more to the ladies in the parlor.

You hardly spoke to Mrs.Cameron last evening, and she directed most of her conversation to you, too.

I was afraid she would either think that you were rude, or else that you did not know what to say." "She hit it right, if she came to the latter conclusion," Richard said, good-humoredly, "for the fact is, Ethie, I don't know what to say to such women as she.

I am not a ladies' man, and it's no use trying to make me over.

You can't teach old dogs new tricks." Ethie fairly groaned as she clasped her bracelets upon her arms and shook down the folds of her blue silk; then after a moment she continued: "You can talk to me, and why not to others ?" "You are my wife, Ethie, and I love you, which makes a heap of difference," Richard said, and winding his arms around Ethie's waist he drew her face toward his own and kissed it affectionately.
They had been three days at Saratoga when this little scene occurred and their room was one of those miserable little apartments in the Ainsworth block which look out upon nothing but a patch of weeds and the rear of a church.