"I beg your pardon. I didn't mean to let you in for any more of it. I'm sorry. And after you were gracious enough to come alone, too. Come, here is to making this little party a gay one."
He held up his glass. "Here's to the shining child."
"Oh!" she cried, and drank quickly.
"Like it?"
"Not much. It burns."
"You should see your eyes."
"You should see hers."
"Whose?"
"My child's."
"Do you know what I should have done in your husband's place?"