“Right, dear,—just as you always are. Be with you in a minute—some of the grime of an honest working man has to come off first.”
Marjorie Benton hurried to her dinner serving, and as she placed the roast on the white cloth, her eyes were tender as she heard the masculine splashing from the bath room and the soft-pedaled whistling that accompanied it.
She whispered again softly. “Who could help loving him. It’s enough to make me the happiest woman in the world to know——”
Her husband’s entry broke in on her reverie, and it filled her with all the pride of accomplishment to see the glance of delight with which he took in the simple tempting dinner. He leaned over to kiss her as he placed her in her chair—a small attention he had not discarded since the first days of their marriage.
“Wonderful little woman!” he complimented softly. “More wonderful every day.”
She gave his hand a gentle pat, but tried to put a depth of dignified remonstrance in her chiding.
“Don’t forget you’re a married man of five years’ standing, Mr. Hugh Benton,” she urged, but the laughter in her eyes belied the dignity of her words.
“So long!” Hugh took up the carving knife and glanced along its sharpened edge. “You’ve a fine idea of time, Mrs. Marjorie Benton. Now I’d say five days—” His eyes twinkled suddenly as though at some sudden thought, and he nodded toward the bedroom. “Er—pardon me, my dear,—I forgot,—you have the proof on me——”
“Flatterer!” Marjorie beamed on her husband as she took the service he offered her.
“Anything new to-day?” Hugh was busy with his dinner.