"Not only invited me, but he has been absolutely charming to me."
"I don't see anything very extraordinary in that," returned John.
"Oh, but I might have been the most horrid sort of creature. He knew nothing whatever about me."
"He only needed to look at you," John answered, "to see that—that I had made an ideal marriage."
"I have made him tell me everything about your boyhood, Bernard."
John winced. He had no wish to discuss a boyhood that was naturally a blank to him.
"I believe I know more about your schoolboy days than you do yourself," smiled Elaine.
"I shouldn't wonder," said John with a smile.
Despite himself, against caution and his better judgment, he was beginning to enjoy the scene. He was still at the dressing-table, and in the depths of the mirror he could see behind him Elaine's reflection, a delicate and beautiful picture, seated on the ottoman behind him, looking at him with admiring and loving eyes, believing in him, and trusting him.
"Bernard!" Her tone was low and intimate.