"A beautiful evening, isn't it?" asked Christine with a tiny shudder, as she hitched her chair closer to the bit of bright fire and threw a faintly protesting glance at the open window.
"Beautiful weather—and quite settled. I shall enjoy my holiday down here."
"Oh, you're going to stay down here, and going to have a holiday, are you?" she asked with a lift of her brows.
"Well, hardly a holiday, after all. I've got a job to do," he answered as he lit his cigarette—"rather a hard job at my time of life."
"Is it? What is the job?"
"I'm going courting again—and a very pretty woman too," he said.
A rather tremulous smile came on Christine's face as she looked at him.
"It's rather a nice amusement, isn't it?" she asked. "And you always had plenty of self-conceit."
"Why, hang it, I thought it was just the opposite this time!" exclaimed Grantley in whimsical annoyance.
Christine laughed.