There was a pause, during which Frank Curtis refilled the glasses; and then the "happy pair" looked inquiringly at each other, as much as to ask, "Well, what shall we do?"
"This is devilish awkward!" observed Frank. "But I'll tell you what I've been thinking of."
"I am all attention, dear," said his better half.
Mr. Curtis then conveyed in words the substance of those reflections which we have recorded above, and which had bent his mind towards a reconciliation.
"I entirely approve of all you say," remarked Mrs. Curtis; "and I will now tell you what I have been thinking of."
"Fire away, love," was her husband's encouraging observation.
The lady detailed, in her turn, the reflections which had occupied her mind a few minutes previously.
"Then we both hold the same opinions?" exclaimed Frank.
"Exactly. And if we play our cards well, there is no immediate danger of any thing," remarked the lady.
"But all the threatened writs—the probability of a sudden arrest—and the clamours of such small tradesmen or other persons as your delectable washerwoman, who is about to add to her family two years after the death of her husband?" exclaimed Frank interrogatively.