"
"Don't you think common courtesy required you at least to consult
me about such a matter?"
"I do not. If I had I should have done so. I found it was
necessary that we go. I went ahead and arranged it. If you saw the
house on fire would you wait till you had consulted me before
putting it out?"
"But this is entirely different."
"Not at all. Entirely the same, on the contrary. The talk we had
day before yesterday convinced me that our house is afire. I'm
going to put it out." He shut his teeth together with a snap,
compressed his lips, gave her one of those quick, positive nods of
his Viking head. Then he caught her by the arm. "Now," said he
jocosely, "let's go back to camp. You want to do your packing.
I've got to go over to the station and telegraph some more."
She wrenched her arm away pettishly and, with sullen face,
accompanied him to the camp. It was all she could do to hide her
anger when, in full sight of the guides, he swept her up into his
arms and kissed her several times. Possibly she would have been
really angered, deeply angered, had she realized that these
cyclones were due, as a rule, not so much to appreciation of her
as to the necessity of a strong counter-irritant to a sudden
attack of awe of her as a fine lady and doubt of his own ability
to cope with her.
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