"I am," she said frankly. "From what you've told me of your wife, SHE must be too."
"Don't treat me like this!" he pleaded distractedly. "What shall I do?" asked Ethel with wide open eyes, "apologise? That's odd. I've been waiting for YOU to."
Brent turned away again with an impatient ejaculation. As he moved up toward the windows Alaric came in behind him through the door. "Hello, Brent," he called out heartily. "H'are ye?"
"Very well, thank you, Alaric," he said, controlling his surprise.
"Good. The dear wife well too?"
"Very."
"And the sweet child?"
"Yes."
"You must bring 'em along sometime. The mater would love to see them and so would Ethel. Ethel loves babies, don't you, dear?" Without waiting for Ethel to reply he hurried on: "And talkin' of BABIES, have you seen MARGARET anywhere?"
Ethel nodded in the direction of the garden: "Out there!"