As Mr. Darling puts his head out at it to kiss his wife , we see that his face is more worn than of yore , but has a softer expression . He gave his hat to Liza , who took it scornfully ; for she had no imagination , and was quite incapable of understanding the motives of such a man . Outside , the crowd who had accompanied the cab home were still cheering , and he was naturally not unmoved . ` Listen to them , ' he said ; ` it is very gratifying . ' ` Lot of little boys , ' sneered Liza . ` There were several adults to-day , ' he assured her with a faint flush ; but when she tossed her head he had not a word of reproof for her . Social success had not spoilt him ; it had made him sweeter . For some time he sat half out of the kennel , talking with Mrs. Darling of this success , and pressing her hand reassuringly when she said she hoped his head would not be turned by it . ` But if I had been a weak man , ' he said . ` Good heavens , if I had been a weak man ! ' ` And , George , ' she said timidly , ` you are as full of remorse as ever , are n't you ? ' ` Full of remorse as ever , dearest ! See my punishment : living in a kennel . ' ` But it is punishment , is n't it , George ? You are sure you are not enjoying it ? ' ` My love ! ' You may be sure she begged his pardon ; and then , feeling drowsy , he curled round in the kennel . ` Wo n't you play me to sleep , ' he asked , ` on the nursery piano ? ' and as she was crossing to the day nursery he added thoughtlessly , ` And shut that window . I feel a draught . ' '
O XXXXX , never ask me to do that .
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