“Too young for you? Not a bit!” he said heartily. “You're better-looking then you ever were, Jennie; and if you weren't you're the only woman for me, anyhow. Don't you think I realize what this exile means to you and that you're doing it for me?”
“I—I don't mind it.”
“Yes, you do. To-night we'll go out and make a night of it, shall we? Supper at the Grand, the theater, and then the Tabarin, eh?”
She loosened herself from his arms.
“What shall I wear? Those horrible things the children bought me—”
“Throw 'em away.”
“They're not worn at all.”
“Throw them out. Get rid of the things the children got you. Go out to-morrow and buy something you like—not that I don't like you in anything or without—”
“Frank!”
“Be happy, that's the thing. It's the first Christmas without the family, and I miss them too. But we're together, dear. That's the big thing. Merry Christmas.”