I leaned back and looked at him.
"As if you could be severe with any one, you Angel!"
From which remark the knowing can easily deduce the length of time we had been married.
It was then ten minutes to eight. We had come in at six, and at five we had telephoned her to have dinner promptly at seven.
"I hope you had a good tea," said Aubrey, looking at the clock.
"I did. It isn't that I am hungry. I'm mad," I answered, genially.
"I am not mad. I am hungry," said Aubrey.
"Being hungry for a man is the same as being mad for a woman," I observed.
Aubrey grinned.
"Now," he said, mysteriously. "Don't eat any dinner to-night, and follow my lead in everything."