He stared at her, unable to understand.
"I wish you could go with me."
She smiled.
"Your father's society doesn't make quite such an appeal to me as it does to you." Carelessly, she added: "Where are you going—Paris or London?"
He sent a thick cloud of smoke curling to the ceiling. A European trip was something he had long looked forward to.
"London—Vienna—Paris," he replied gayly. With a laugh, he went on: "No, I think I'll cut out Paris. I'm a married man. I mustn't forget that!"
Annie looked up at him quickly.
"You've forgotten it already," she said quietly. There was reproach in her voice as she continued: "Ah, Howard, you're such a boy! A little pleasure trip and the past is forgotten!"
A look of perplexity came over his face. Being only a man, he did not grasp quickly the finer shades of her meaning. With some irritation, he demanded:
"Didn't you say you wanted me to go and forget?"