"He has interested himself in them too much," she said. "Things don't go as easily as he imagined they would, and it annoys him. To-day"—
"What happened to-day?" Laurence asked, as she stopped.
"It was not very much," she said; "but it was unlike him. He was a little angry."
"With whom?"
"With me, I think. Lately I have thought I would like to go abroad, and I have spoken of it to him once or twice, and he has rather put it off; and to-day I wanted to speak of it again, and it seemed the wrong time, somehow, and he was a trifle irritable about it. He has not always been quite himself this winter, but he has never been irritable with me. That isn't like him, you know."
"No, it isn't like him," was Laurence's comment.
Afterward, when he was going away, he asked her a question:
"Do you wish very much to go abroad?" he said.
"Yes," she answered.
"You think the change would do you good?"