She gave him a warm kiss, as she murmured:
"Not so much as you, my duck."
His male vanity was flattered, and he went on:
"He must have been—rather a flat—eh?"
She did not answer. There was merely a sly little laugh on her face, which she pressed close to her husband's neck.
He persisted in his questions:
"Come now! Don't deny that he was a flat—well, I mean, rather an awkward sort of fellow?"
She nodded slightly.
"Well, yes, rather awkward."
He went on: