Lorimer raised his brows inquiringly.
"For any especial reason?"
She had risen from the table, and now she stood looking down at him, a world of disappointed love showing in her dark eyes. She forced herself to smile a little, as her eyes met his.
"I am old-fashioned, Sidney. I don't like going to the theatre with other men than my husband, four months after my wedding day."
He dropped his paper hastily, and, rising, linked his arm in hers.
"Why, Beatrix dear, I didn't suppose—"
"No," she said quietly; "but I wish you had supposed. Still, as long as I found it out in time, there is no great harm done."
"But with older people like the Andersons," he urged. "And I should have been there to come home with you."
She was silent, and he went on, after a pause,—
"I didn't think of your minding, dear girl. You know that I wouldn't be discourteous to you for anything."