"Not like that. I only see him on Sundays."
"And does he kiss you on Sundays?"
"Oh yes."
Vaughan got up.
"All right, I won't worry you any more.... I'll let you be happy in your own way, dear.... I must go now."
"Oh, must you?"
She seemed very disappointed.
"Yes, I'm going to France."
"What, to-day?"
"No, next week."