II
It was almost dark when the train arrived at our little country station. We set out to walk home by the short cut across the golf course.
"Anyhow, we have saved five shillings," remarked Stella.
"We paid half a crown for that taxi which took us back to Victoria Station," I reminded her.
"Do not argue to-night, darling," responded my wife. "I simply cannot endure anything more."
Plainly she was a little unstrung. Very considerately, I selected another topic.
"I think our best plan," I said cheerfully, "would be to advertise for a dog."
"I never wish to see a dog again," replied Stella.
I surveyed her with some concern and said gently:—
"I am afraid you are tired, dear."