"I think so. A man is so apt to be a mad fool," he said, and lapsed into silence.
They walked some distance before either spoke. Then Claire laughed suddenly. "Philip," she said, "we all three need a change of scene."
He turned, and his face was crimson as he looked at her. "It will be here soon. We can go out in April."
He had answered her dully, with a heavy sadness in his voice. It was her golden opportunity; and she took it.
"Splendid!" she cried—"splendid! I so want to get back to my husband. I am scarcely able to wait at all."
"I suppose," he said, "it seems a long time that you have been separated."
"Oh, so long," she answered, softly. "And I do so want him."
He walked on, slowly. "I shall miss you very much."
Her manner and expression were those of a pleased, frank child when she answered. "Really, I was so afraid I had been stupid company, and I owe so much to you. My husband will want to come clear back here to thank you for your winter's hospitality."
"It would hardly be worth his while. The debt is more than paid."