“And that I couldn’t see any particular reason why she cared about you.”
“That you only asked that your son-in-law should be a person.”
“I am afraid I said something about not coming to a house where you weren’t welcome.”
“I know you said something about a bribe.”
At this Adelaide laughed out loud.
“I believe I did,” she said. “What things one does say sometimes! There’s dinner.” She rose, and tucked her hand under his arm. “Will you take me in to dinner, Pete, or do you think I’m too despicable to be fed?”
The truth was that they were all four in such high spirits that they could no more help playing together than four colts could help playing in a grass field. Besides, Vincent had taunted Adelaide with her inability ever to make it up with Wayne. She left no trick unturned.
“I don’t know,” she went on as they sat down at table, “that a marriage is quite legal unless you hate your mother-in-law. I ought to give you some opportunity to go home and say to Mrs. Wayne, ‘But I’m afraid I shall never be able to get on with Mrs. Farron.’”
“Oh, he’s said that already,” remarked Vincent.
“Many a time,” said Pete.