"Oh, Robert, Robert!" and she laughed, and cried, and clasped his hands.
"Come with me to my club," he said, "and we will have lunch and a good talk. You must have a deal to tell me."
"I have, I have! My cab is at the door. Will it do for you? You used to hate cabs." She laughed again and her laugh went to his heart, so he petted her hand, and said she was looking white and thin, and what was the matter?
"I had a little daughter only six weeks ago, the sweetest darling you ever saw, Robert. And I have a beautiful wee laddie, called Robert—called after you—he is nearly a year old."
"Then I must go with you and see my namesake."
"Do you really mean that?"
"I intend to give you this afternoon."
"I am so glad—so happy."
Then they were at the Club House, and Robert took her to a pleasant parlor and ordered a royal lunch, and a bottle of wine.
"We must drink the little chap's health," he said. "And now tell me, Christina, are you happy?"