Robin had arrived some minutes before, and presently she went down to him.
“Ah, my darling,” she said, “I’m late, but I couldn’t help it. Robin, we’re going to have such a nice day. I’ve got nothing more to do in the hospital till this evening. I got up at six o’clock in order to get through my work before you came.”
He kissed her.
“You are rather a trump,” he said. “Do you know, when you began I wondered whether you would stick to it. You smell of ether, mother.”
“Do I? Give me a cigarette, then. Robin, how very rude of you to wonder if I would stick to it.”
He laughed.
“You didn’t stick to the muffler-knitting very long,” he said.
“No, that’s true. I want to ask you something. Were you ashamed of me last autumn for not working at something?”
“Oh, it wasn’t my business,” said he.
“That’ll do: that’s enough. And how is your Jim?”