Lady O’Hara Wins Her Point
Lady O’Hara looked across at her sleeping husband with no little severity in her glance. He was stretched in a chair beneath a giant oak, and she was busied with some needlework a few paces from him. O’Hara’s eyes were shut and his mouth open. My lady frowned and coughed. She rasped her throat quite considerably, but it was not without effect; her spouse shut his mouth and opened one lazy eyelid. Immediately my lady assumed an air of gentle mournfulness, and the eye regarding her twinkled a little, threatening to close. Molly looked reproachful, and began to speak in an aggrieved tone:
“Indeed, and I do not think it at all kind in you to go to sleep when I want to talk, sir.”
O’Hara hastily opened the other eye.
“Why, my love, I was not asleep! I was—er—thinking!”