"Well, I'll see you there," and she went back to her well-spread table, where Captain White was rioting among supper enough for a dozen men.
"Has the carriage come?" asked Derrice, when her husband, after running his eye approvingly over her ruffled muslin gown, laid his fingers on the door-knob.
He blushed slightly. "I did not order one. I thought perhaps you would not mind taking a car."
She laid her hand on his arm with a pretty, confiding gesture, and said, as they passed out the doorway, "You have some reason for wishing to economise."
He reluctantly admitted that he had.
"Tell me," she whispered.
He hesitated. "You will be sure to learn of it."
"I wish you to tell me."
She was sweet and womanly, yet insistent. How she was developing, this young wife of his, and pressing her little hand closer to his heart, he said. "There are some debts hanging over me."
"Whose debts?"