"In fair exchange for 'Mavis,'" I answered, smiling.
"You're on!" he said, dropping my hands after a vigorous clasp, "that is to say, if Bill has no objection."
Bill turned from a colloquy with Wing and Silas and waved benevolently in our direction.
"Not an objection," he answered gaily. "Mavis has me trained. Her word is, naturally, my law."
If that was the tone he wished to adopt, I was convinced that here, at least, was a game which two could play.
"Bill is a very satisfactory husband," I confided to Wright, pleasantly. "He and I have discovered the best basis possible for matrimony."
"What's that?" asked Wright, as we went into the living-room. "Lord, you lucky people, what a wonderful house!"
"Isn't it?" I said, and then, answering the question, "A mutual platform of Liberty, Independence and—"
"Love!" said Wright, triumphantly.
"How did you guess it?" asked Bill, following his guest.