“Do you know what that speech has made me make up my mind to do? I’m going to run for the Senate, and make speeches like that myself.” Patience merely stared at him. She wondered if he were really something more than a fool; if there was a sort of post-graduate course. “What makes you look at me like that? Don’t you think I can?” “Well—” She hardly knew what to say. “Well! Is that the way you encourage a fellow? You are a nice wife. Here my father has been at me all my life to do something, and just as soon as I make up my mind, my wife laughs at me.” “I didn’t laugh at you.” “Well, it’s all the same. If I never do anything, it’ll be your fault.” “Go to the Senate just as fast as ever you can get there. And you might as well spend the rest of the day studying Webster; but suppose you read to yourself for a while: my throat is tired.” “I don’t like to read to myself.” “Well, anyhow, I hear Lawson coming. Luncheon is ready.” The table in the dining-room had been divested of its leaves, and the young couple sat only a few feet apart. The room had once been a banqueting-hall. It was very large and dark. The white light filtered meagrely through the small panes. The wind moaned through the naked elms. “The country is awfully dull in winter,” remarked Patience. “I wish we were in town.” “That’s a beautiful speech to make to a husband. I don’t mind so long as you are here.” “Of course I am deeply flattered,” and she smiled upon him. There seemed nothing else to do. “Damn it!” cried Beverly, “this steak is as thin as a plate and burnt to a cinder. Patience, I do wish you’d give some of your attention to housekeeping and less to books. It is your place to see that things are properly cooked, now that Honora is gone.” “Oh, dear. I don’t know anything about cooking, or housekeeping, either.” “Well, then, I’d be much obliged if you’d learn as quickly as possible. Take this steak out,” he said to the maid, “and bring some cold beef or ham. Damn it! I might have known that when Honora went away I’d have nothing fit to eat, with this new cook.” But Patience refused to continue the conversation, and when the ham and beef came he ate of them with such relish that his good-nature returned as speedily as it had departed. During the afternoon the scene of the morning was repeated with variations, and the same might be said of the two following days. Then came an interval of sleighing and skating. Then rain turned the snow to slush, and once again Beverly exhibited the characteristics of a caged tiger. “I shall have nervous prostration before the winter is over,” thought Patience, who was still determined to take the situation humorously, still refused to face her former self. “I do wish the family would come back, mother-in-law and all.”