'She likes to spend her time going up and down in the lift,' Henry explained.
Geraldine put her hand over her husband's mouth and silenced him. It was a pretty spectacle, and reconciled the visitors to much.
Aunt Annie examined Henry's face. 'Are you quite well, Henry?' she inquired.
'I'm all right,' he said, yawning. 'But I want a little exercise. I haven't been out much to-day. I think I'll go for a short walk.'
'Yes, do, dearest.'
'Do, my dear.'
As he approached the door, having kissed his wife, his mother, without looking at him, remarked in a peculiarly dry tone, which she employed only at the rarest intervals: 'You haven't told me anything about your honeymoon yet, Henry.'
'You forget, sister,' said Aunt Annie stiffly, 'it's a secret.'
'Not now—not now!' cried Geraldine brightly. 'Well, we'll tell you. Where do you think we drove after leaving you? To the Savoy Hotel.'