“I think that’s fair,” said Forsyth, wondering what the Law Society would say. “Next?”
“He’ll take the Rolls,” said Katharine, “and I’ll have the coupé.”
Giles hesitated.
“I had thought——” he began.
“Don’t be Quixotic,” said his wife. “You worship that car. Last time I drove her, you said——”
“Not before the child,” said Giles. “I withdraw. Besides, I never meant it. I was all worked up, I was. You worked me.”
“That all?” said Forsyth hastily.
“Well, I shall take my sponge,” said Giles. “She’s very kindly promised to let me use hers, if—er . . .”
By a superhuman effort Forsyth maintained his gravity.
“That sort of thing’s understood,” he said shortly. “I’ll put in the usual covenants not to molest, pledge credit—er—er—etc., and myself as trustee. I suppose you want it at once?”