The Courting of Lady Jane

The colonel entered his sister’s room abruptly, sat down on her bed, and scattered a drawerful of fluffy things laid out for packing. “You don’t seem to think about my side of the matter,” he said gloomily. “What am I to do here all alone, for Heaven’s sake?” “That is so like a man,” she murmured, one arm in a trunk. “Let me see: party-boots, the children’s arctics, Dick’s sweater—did you think I could live here forever, Cal?” “Then you shouldn’t have come at all. Just as I get thoroughly settled down to flowers in the drawing-room, and rabbits in a chafing-dish, and people for dinner, you skip off. Why don’t you bring the children here? What did you marry into the navy for, anyway? Nagasaki! I wouldn’t live in a place called Nagasaki for all that money could buy