"Oh, he knows you're not, really, dear," said Sylvia soothingly. "But he's grown used to you, and to have a secretary makes him feel he's a sort of important public man. Don't you see?"
"What! I'm not useful to him?" Woodville asked angrily. "I should like to know——" Here he stopped.
"I suppose you think he won't know what to do without you when we're married," said Sylvia.
"Oh, I do wish you'd leave off saying that, Sylvia."
"Saying what?"
"When we're married. You have no idea how irritating you are, darling."
"Irritating? Oh dear, Frank, I'm so sorry. Do forgive me. Perhaps it is rather bad taste, but I say it to cheer you up, to remind you you have something to look forward to. Do you see?"
She looked at him sweetly, but he would not meet her eyes.
"Perhaps you're not looking forward to it?" she said in a piqued voice.
"Sylvia, would you mind going away?"