"Oh," with a stamp of her foot. "I have no patience with you!"
"You see," he shrugged, "I don't wear well."
They reached the hall and she gave him her fingers.
"I wish you all the happiness in the world," he said quietly.
She glanced at him quickly.
"I'm always happy. You mean—"
"Your engagement to Mr. Armistead."
Her lips curved demurely.
"Oh, of course—Reggie and I will get along—we'll manage somehow—but a month is a long while—"
"But life is a longer while—"
"Yes—it is—too long—"