A kind of blankness checked the warmth in Horatia’s voice.
“Well, you must have had a nice time,” she said. “It must have been lovely in the country. But I thought Rose didn’t care for that sort of thing.”
“Oh, once in a while she seems to. I’m sorry you had a dull dinner. And so awfully sorry that I missed you when you called. If I had dreamed that there was a chance that you might come in I wouldn’t have stirred from the place.”
“Oh, I’m glad you did,” answered Horatia, resolutely trying to hide her hurt that he had been happy without her when she had longed so for him.
“Please talk to me a while, dear. You don’t have to go to bed just yet.”
“What did you do in the country?”
“Why, just walked and talked and longed for you.”
“You’re flattering me.”
“Please don’t say that, darling.”