Miss Billy — MarriedPorter, Eleanor H. (Eleanor Hodgman)
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Miss Billy — Married
Porter, Eleanor H. (Eleanor Hodgman)
Domestic fiction; Marriage -- Fiction; Married women -- Fiction
“Why, Bertram, I just love to go to meet you,” she maintained
indignantly. Then, remembering just in time, she amended: “That is,
I did love to meet you, until--” With a sudden realization that she
certainly had not helped matters any, she came to an embarrassed pause.
A puzzled frown showed on Bertram's face.
“You did love to meet me until--” he repeated after her; then his face
changed. “Billy, you aren't--you _can't_ be laying up last night against
me!” he reproached her a little irritably.
“Last night? Why, of course not,” retorted Billy, in a panic at the
bare mention of the “test” which--according to “When the Honeymoon
Wanes”--was at the root of all her misery. Already she thought she
detected in Bertram's voice signs that he was beginning to chafe against
those “bonds.” “It is a matter of--of the utmost indifference to me what
time you come home at night, my dear,” she finished airily, as she sat
down to her work again.
Bertram stared; then he frowned, turned on his heel and left the room.
Bertram, who knew nothing of the “Talk to Young Wives” in the newspaper
at Billy's feet, was surprised, puzzled, and just a bit angry.
Billy, left alone, jabbed her pen with such force against her paper that
the note she was making became an unsightly blot.
“Well, if this is what that man calls being 'comfortably indifferent,'
I'd hate to try the _un_comfortable kind,” she muttered with emphasis.
CHAPTER IX. THE DINNER BILLY TRIED TO GET
Notwithstanding what Billy was disposed to regard as the non-success
of her first attempt to profit by the “Talk to Young Wives;” she still
frantically tried to avert the waning of her honeymoon. Assiduously she
cultivated the prescribed “indifference,” and with at least apparent
enthusiasm she sought the much-to-be-desired “outside interests.” That
is, she did all this when she thought of it when something reminded her
of the sword of destruction hanging over her happiness. At other times,
when she was just being happy without question, she was her old self
impulsive, affectionate, and altogether adorable.
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