She can do exactly as she pleases and there is no one to say
her nay."
"I thought all women did as they please."
"They do, in the sense that we all do as we please. If you make a
sacrifice, you do it because you can get more pleasure out of making it
than you would otherwise."
"You've been reading Spencer."
"I plead guilty," she laughed.
"If it's true," he went on, after a moment's pause, "a genuine New
England conscience must be an unholy joy to its proud possessor."
"It's unholy at all events. One lump, or two?" she asked, as the coffee
was brought in.
"Two, please."
It seemed very pleasant to Allison to sit there in the warm, sunny room,
with Rose opposite him, pouring his coffee. There was an air of cosiness
and domestic peace about it hitherto outside his experience. For the
first time he was conscious of the peculiar graciousness and sense of
home that only a home-loving woman may give to a house.
"I like this," he said, as he took the steaming cup. "I'd like to do it
often."
"We'd like to have you," she returned, hospitably.
"I thought you all had breakfast together at some fixed hour, and early
at that.
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