"You couldn't be comfortable there with your maid."
They disembarked at his quarters, and Bob made a tour of inspection.
She hoped for an intimate glance into the man's personality, but the rooms were as impersonal as he was. Just books and pipes and man-litter.
She made the tea while he packed his things.
"Aren't you sorry to leave this?" she asked him.
"Well, you can't have your cake and eat it. Every experiment has some disadvantages," he laughed.
"When my season closes I'll keep house for you. I'm good at it."
"Thank the Lord for that!"
"No, I won't drag you over the 'well-known continent of Europe' for three months," she laughed, and he nodded gratefully. "I have a little place up in the hills where I go in the summer."
"So have I."