“Really!” he said, with a look of serious pleasure. “I believe he is going to have a strong individuality.”
“Not a doubt of it,” she said.
Silence for awhile.
“Well, if you’re going to start right in on the grind again,” said Frances Mary, “you might take a little vacation; a walking-trip.”
Wilfred shook his head. “When I get a little further ahead.”
“That’s what you always say! One of the reasons we came out here was because it was a good walking center; yet I can’t drive you out!”
“Well, I might . . . !” he said, throwing up his head. “For three days. The weather is lovely. . . . And when I come back. . . . Oh, Fan . . . !”
She gave him smile for smile.
“Stanny would be keen about coming,” he went on. “If I dropped him a line to-night, I could spend to-morrow fixing this story; and we could start out together on the following morning.”
Frances Mary said nothing. Her silence changed the feeling of the room; and Wilfred looked across at her, sharply apprehensive. The silence lengthened.