“Life’s so queer,” she said, kneeling and looking into the flames. “I wonder—I wonder if we shall ever get like that.”
She turned a firelit face to her husband. “Did you tell him?”
Capes smiled faintly. “Yes.”
“How?”
“Well—a little clumsily.”
“But how?”
“I poured him out some port wine, and I said—let me see—oh, ‘You are going to be a grandfather!’”
“Yes. Was he pleased?”
“Calmly! He said—you won’t mind my telling you?”
“Not a bit.”