"
"But I can't pack."
"Selina can."
"Impossible in such a little time."
"Then I'll do it," said Craig jovially. "I can pack a trunk twice
as quick as any man you ever saw. I pack with my feet as well as
with my hands."
"It's impossible," repeated she angrily. "I detest being hurried."
"Hurried? Why, you've got nine hours to get used to the idea. Nine
hours' warning for anything isn't haste."
"Why didn't you tell me this yesterday?" demanded she, coming to a
full stop and expecting thus to compel him to face her. But he
marched on.
"It has been my lifelong habit," declared he over his shoulder,
"to arrange everything before disclosing my plans. You'll find, as
we get on, that it will save you a lot of fretting and debating."
Reluctantly and with the humiliating sense of helpless second
fiddle she followed him along the rough path. "I loathe
surprises," she said.
"Then adjust your mind to not being surprised at anything from
me."
He laughed noisily at his own humor. She was almost hating him
again. He seemed to have eyes in the back of his head; for as she
shot a fiery glance at him he whirled round, shook his forefinger
maddeningly at her: "Now listen to me, my dear," said he, in his
very worst manner, most aggressive, most dictatorial; "if you had
wanted an ordinary sort of man you should have married one and not
me.
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