"Why?" asked Mrs. Carmyle wonderingly. She knew perfectly well; but being a woman and the possessor of an undemonstrative husband, it pleased her to spur him into making an exhibition of himself.
"Thought I should like a rest," said Mr. Carmyle gruffly. "Had a pretty tough week," he added, in a pusillanimous attempt to excite compassion.
"Is that the only reason?" persisted his heartless spouse.
"Having a wife, thought I might as well come and see her for an hour or two," conceded Carmyle grudgingly.
"You must put it better than that, darling," said Connie inexorably. "Now, be a little man! You came because--because--"
The sorely-harrassed husband, driven into a corner, turned a deep plum-colour.
"Because I love you!" he growled. "Now chuck it, Connie, for goodness' sake!"
He was rewarded by a radiant smile.
"That is much better," said Connie approvingly. "Now you shall have some breakfast. After that I have a great deal for you to do."
"What?"