“Waiting for your wife,” I answered.
“Just like her,” he returned to this. “Where is she taking you?”
“I haven’t the least idea,” I replied. “I fancy nowhere in particular, but I am not sure. Do you think it would be right for me to ask her?”
Dick laughed. “You’re safe! But if she tries to spring any infirmaries or kindergartens on you, just bolt. Tell her I said she was to fetch you home to dinner. Making you comfortable at the club?” and Dick was off up the street just as Mrs. Fentley came out of Ammerlin’s.
“Do you know,” I said as I followed her into the hansom again, “it scarcely seems as if you had had time to transact very much business.”
“I didn’t give you time to become impatient, did I?”
“No; I passed the sixty seconds very pleasantly with your husband.”
“The idea! Dick passed here? That means that he is going to spend the afternoon with Bob Haverton somewhere.”
“Isn’t Bob proper?”