“Nothing has gone wrong with me,” he said, irritably.
“With your business then.”
He did not reply, and, rising, she said, “This sitting at table is tiresome when one eats nothing. Let us go to the drawing-room and have coffee.”
“I don’t want coffee,” he said, sauntering after her.
“Neither do I,” she replied. “Shall we go out in the garden? It was delightfully cool there before dinner.”
“What a crowd of women you had here,” he said, a little peevishly, as he followed her.
“Hadn’t I?” and she smiled. “They had all been at a garden-party at the Everests, and as I wasn’t there they came to find out the reason.”
“You don’t mean to say you missed a social function?” said her husband, sarcastically.
“Yes, dear boy, I did, and I have before, and I am going to again.”
Mr. Stanisfield laughed shortly. “You sound like your sister Berty.”