"Here comes the chota-bursat, Daisy! It's high time you went to the
Hills."
Daisy Musgrave's answer was instant and very heartfelt. "Oh, not yet, thank Heaven! We have three months more together, Will and I."
"You must make him leave his beastly old reservoir to the sub when the hot weather comes," said Nick, "and go for a honeymoon with you."
"If he only could!" said Daisy.
A sombre smile crossed Will's face as he turned it towards his wife.
"I'm listening, Daisy," he said.
She came quickly to his side, and in the semi-darkness Olga saw her hand slip within his arm. "I'm feeling sentimental to-night," she said, in a voice that tried hard to be gay. "It's Nick's fault. Will, I want another honeymoon."
"My dear," he made answer in his deep, quiet voice, "you shall have one."
The rattle of squibs drowned all further speech, and under cover of it
Olga made her way to Nick.
"They're awfully fond of each other, those two," she confided to him.
"Bless their hearts! Why shouldn't they?" said Nick tolerantly. "Are you getting tired, my chicken? Do you want to go home to roost?"