She paused and said sweetly:
“Don’t look worried, darling. Won’t you anyhow think it over for a day or two?”
Percy thought. He was a lawyer and it struck him that if the letters were to be really ignored it might be better for them to go in and be seen at the party, and if Bertha promised never to see him again, he knew she was telling the truth. But it was hard; it jarred on him.
“We’ll leave the subject for a few days, Bertha,” he said. “I’ll think it over. But what I decide then must be final.”
“Very well, Percy. … I’ve got such a lovely new dress! Pale primrose colour.”
“The dress I saw you trying on? The canary dress?”
“Yes.”
“No. I’m hanged if you’ll wear that there!” he exclaimed.
Bertha went into fits of laughter.
“Oh, Percy, how sweet of you to say that! You’re becoming a regular jealous husband, do you know? Darling! How delightful!”