She was a little tired, but he was not to hurry on her account. "It's quite restful out here," she said.
He put his arm about her. "What did the infant Don Juan talk about all dinner-time?"
She laughed with a touch of diffidence. "He is quite a nice boy, Nick."
"What ho!" said Nick. "I thought he was making the most of his time."
She pinched his fingers admonishingly. "Don't be a pig, Nick! We—we talked of Max—part of the time."
"Oh, did we?" said Nick.
"Yes. Did you know he was thinking of leaving Dad?"
"I did," said Nick.
There was a moment's silence; then: "Dear, why didn't you tell me?" she asked, her voice very low.
"Dear, why should I?" said Nick.