“Do you know, that rather appeals to me,” he answered thoughtfully.
She turned aside her head.
“It’s the only sensible thing,” she assured him.
“It would give a man a chance to settle down and attend to business.”
“And give his wife a chance to help him.”
“By Jove, I’m going to propose that to Frances the day she lands!” he exclaimed.
He was finishing his last doughnut. Miss Winthrop rose. Once outside, she could breathe freely. She said:––
“Her––her name is Frances?”
“Frances Stuyvesant,” he nodded.
“When do you expect her home?”