“Hot-water bottles.”
“Well, that’s exciting!”
“Ours leaked.... Two of them, and we’d had them a very short time. I took Millie with me!”
“Very good for her. Clear some of her Parisian fancies.”
There was a pause then, and he bent forward as though he would pick up the book, but he pulled himself up again.
“Katherine’s been out with Philip all the afternoon.”
He smiled one of his radiant, boyish smiles.
“She’s happy, isn’t she? It does one good to see her. She deserves it too if anyone in this world does. I like him—more and more. He’s seen the world, and has got a head on his shoulders. And he isn’t conceited, not in the least. He’s charming to her, and I think he’ll make her a very good husband. That was a lucky thing for us his coming along, because Katherine was sure to marry someone, and she might have set her heart on an awful fellow. You never know in these days.”
“Ah! I don’t think so,” said Mrs. Trenchard, nervously turning her hat over in her hands, “that wouldn’t be like Katie at all.”
“No, well, perhaps it wouldn’t,” said George cheerfully. There was another pause, and now he bent right down, picked up the book, grunting a little, then stood, turning over the pages.