'Oh, my dear Edith, you're wool-gathering. Do pull yourself together. He drank it, that's what he did, and that's what I'm going to do. Eg—Madame Frabelle would go straight down into the kitchen and show you how to make it if you like.'
'I don't mind, if cook doesn't,' said Edith.
'Oh, we'll see about that. Anyway she's going to show me how to get it made.
'Then there's another thing Madame Frabelle suggested. She's got an idea it would do me a world of good to spend a day in the country.'
'Oh, really? Sounds a good idea.'
'Yes. Say, on the river. She's not been there for years it seems. She thinks she would rather enjoy it.'
'I should think it would be a capital plan,' said Edith.
'Well, how about next Saturday?' said Bruce, thinking he was concealing his eagerness and satisfaction.
'Saturday? Oh yes, certainly. Saturday, by all means, if it's fine. What time shall we start?'
He started at once, but was silent.