"Tea is going cold," said Dimbie. "First game of the rubber to Miss Fairbrother."
"You don't say the rubber, I notice," observed Jane.
"I know Amelia."
"I fancy though, without any undue conceit, that I shall win. I like that girl."
"So do we, but that doesn't give us the power of managing her."
"I don't want to manage her. My simple desire is that she shouldn't manage me, and will permit me to remain with you for a short time."
"You shall certainly do that," said Dimbie. "Marg has been counting the days to your coming."
"And you?" she asked slyly.
"I—I have been doing likewise," said my husband brazenly.
She laughed, a merry, incredulous laugh.