“You have made Claire very happy, Philip,” she said.
“That was easy,” he answered.
“But it was grand!”
“And you too––a little?” he ventured.
“You know that, Philip!” And then, a little mischievously: “Remember I tried to make peace between you once.”
“And a fine job you made of it!” he retorted.
Then they both laughed, and lapsed again into silence. But presently Haig arose, went to a cabinet standing against the wall, and brought back a faded photograph, which he handed to her.
“My father,” he said.
She saw a face that seemed a little sad, but the kindest of eyes, with a half serious twinkle in them.
“The dear man!” she exclaimed softly.