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190 marrying any one unless I was madly in love with them. And of course there is really nothing a woman enjoys so much as doing all the things she doesn't like for the sake of some one she does like. And the more self-willed she is, the more she likes it."

"I'm afraid I disagree with you. The boot is on the other leg as a rule." He spoke with a slight sneer.

"Exactly," I cried eagerly. "And that's why there are so many unhappy marriages. It's all the fault of the men. Either they give way to their women—and then the women despise them, or else they are utterly selfish, insist on their own way and never say 'thank you.' Successful husbands make their wives do just what they want, and then make a frightful fuss of them for doing it. Women like to be mastered, but they hate not to have their sacrifices appreciated. On the other hand, men don't really appreciate women who are nice to them all the time. When I am married, I shall be a devil most of the time, but every now and then, when my husband least expects it, I shall show him what a perfect angel I can be!"

Harry laughed outright.

"What a cat and dog life you will lead."

"Lovers always fight," I assured him. "Because they don't understand each other. And by the time they do understand each other they aren't in love any more."

"Does the reverse hold true? Are people who fight each other always lovers?"

"I—I don't know," I said, momentarily confused.

He turned away to the fireplace.

"Like some more soup?" he asked in a casual tone.

"Yes, please. I'm so hungry that I could eat a hippopotamus."

"That's good."

He busied himself with the fire; I watched.