“Anywhere but here.”
Aggie suddenly giggled. To her sense of humor there was something vastly diverting in this new scheme of giving bliss to a fond husband.
“Anywhere but here,” she repeated gaily. “Oh, won't that be nice—for him? Oh, yes! Oh, quite so! Oh, yes, indeed—quite so—so!”
Garson, however, was still patient in his determination to apprehend just what had come to pass.
“Does he understand the arrangement?” was his question.
“No, not yet,” Mary admitted, without sign of embarrassment.
“Well,” Aggie said, with another giggle, “when you do get around to tell him, break it to him gently.”
Garson was intently considering another phase of the situation, one suggested perhaps out of his own deeper sentiments.
“He must think a lot of you!” he said, gravely. “Don't he?”
For the first time, Mary was moved to the display of a slight confusion. She hesitated a little before her answer, and when she spoke it was in a lower key, a little more slowly.