should break it off
at once," said Sylvia. "The programme doesn't sound attractive."
He laughed. "How do you think it ought to be then?"
"There'll be only one will between us," said Sylvia, "that is to say,
you'll do everything I want always, Frank. Do you hear? Won't you
answer? Well, I see you're in a bad temper." She got up. "Good-bye." She
held out her hand. "I shall hardly see you again all day, and Frank----I
see you don't want to kiss me once before I go."
"Oh, you see that, do you?"
"Of course, I think you're an ideal man and a darling in every way, and
I love you very much, but I think it's a pity you're so cold and
heartless." She came nearer to him.
"Don't say that again," he said, with a rather dangerous look.
"But you are! You're absolutely cold. I think you only love me as a
duty."
At this Woodville seemed to lose his head. He seized her in his arms and
kissed her roughly and at random, holding her close to him.
"Oh don't, Frank. How can you be so horrid? You're making my hair
untidy. Oh, Frank!"
When he at last released her, he walked to the window and looked out.
She went to the looking-glass with tears in her eyes, and arranged her
hair.
"I didn't think," she said reproachfully, "that you could behave like
that, Frank!"
He made no reply.
As she stood at the door she said, pouting, "You didn't seem to care
whether _I_ liked it or not."
"And I didn't!" said Woodville. "I wasn't thinking about what you'd
like."
"And--shan't you ever think about what I'd like?"
"Oh, I shall think a great deal about what you'd like," said Woodville,
"and I shall see that you like it. But that will be different. I don't
apologise; you brought it on yourself."
"I'll try to forgive you," said Sylvia. "But now, I really _have_ a
headache."
"Take some aspirin," said Woodville.
"How peculiar you are! Then I'm not to come in to-morrow morning?"
"Do as you like; you know what to expect."
"Why, you don't mean to say you would behave like that _again_?"
"I shall make it a rule," he answered.
"It's unkind of you to say that, because now you know I _can't_ come."
"This sort of thing is becoming impossible," said Woodville. "You make
it worse for me."
"I'm sorry," she said gently. "I assure you it wasn't what I wanted,
really."
"I dare say not. But you don't understand."
"Will you promise never to break the compact again?" said Sylvia,
looking up at him sweetly.
"Will you
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