“I can't help it. Something might happen to him, Bertram. I couldn't be happy a minute.”
“But, dearest, aren't you ever going to leave him?” demanded the young husband, forlornly.
“Why, yes, of course, when it's reasonable and necessary. I went out to the Annex yesterday afternoon. I was gone almost two whole hours.”
“Well, did anything happen?”
“N-no; but then I telephoned, you see, several times, so I knew everything was all right.”
“Oh, well, if that's all you want, I could telephone, you know, between every act,” suggested Bertram, with a sarcasm that was quite lost on the earnest young mother.
“Y-yes, you could do that, couldn't you?” conceded Billy; “and, of course, I haven't been anywhere much, lately.”
“Indeed I could,” agreed Bertram, with a promptness that carefully hid his surprise at her literal acceptance of what he had proposed as a huge joke. “Come, is it a go? Shall I telephone to see if I can get seats?”
“You think Baby'll surely be all right?”
“I certainly do.”