At the expiration of the allotted time, I handed Silvia the key. She took it from me without a word or a look. It was quite evident I was in wrong.
In half an hour my wife came down, carrying Diogenes, who, dressed in fresh white clothes, was a good picture of an angel child. She passed me and went to a remote corner of the veranda and sat down. When he spied me, he leaped from her arms and ran to me.
“Ocean,” he said propitiatingly, “me love oo.”
I took him up. His arms clasped about my neck, and over his curly head, I winked at Silvia and Beth.
Rob roared.
