“I’m very glad you say that. Now, my wife would never understand—not if I explained for days.”
“No, it wasn’t foolish!” cried Helen, her eyes aflame. “You’ve pushed back the boundaries; I think it splendid of you.”
“You’ve not been content to dream as we have—”
“Though we have walked, too—”
“I must show you a picture upstairs—”
Here the door-bell rang. The hansom had come to take them to their evening party.
“Oh, bother, not to say dash—I had forgotten we were dining out; but do, do, come round again and have a talk.”
“Yes, you must—do,” echoed Margaret.
Leonard, with extreme sentiment, replied: “No, I shall not. It’s better like this.”
“Why better?” asked Margaret.