“She expects some others—Selina Everest for one.”
“That’s nice,” said Margaretta, emphatically.
“And the Mayor,” added Roger.
“Oh!” and Margaretta drew a long breath. “I have never met him.”
“Don’t you want to?”
“Oh, yes,” she said, lingeringly.
“Very well. I’ll come home a bit early.”
Margaretta, brimming over with satisfaction, gazed affectionately at him. “Roger, you look ten years younger than you did four weeks ago.”
“I’ve got the burden of foreboding off my shoulders,” he said, giving them a slight shake as he spoke.
“A burden that will never be placed there again, I hope.”