GUILE
I CHILLY WISDOM
“Guile,” said John Estover, savagely, to his wife, “is as communicable as—as—tuberculosis!”
“Yes, John,” sighed his wife.
“And when there is a predisposition to it—segregation is absolutely imperative.”
“Yes—yes! But I confessed my frivolities before the Great Meeting, and they prayed for me in our silent fashion—and said: Go in peace! Does thee remember?”
Estover’s face relaxed a trifle.
“I meant our child.”
“We were bride and groom then, John,” his little wife whispered, on seeing his softening.
She did not see, though, that he had at once forbidden the softness to his face, and went on.