His wife leaned on the arm of his chair, watching his animated face fondly, as he recounted the adventures of the night. He pictured the scene vividly, and with a strong sense of humor.
“And you don’t say that Marie Wakeman is the same as ever?” she interrupted with a flash of special interest. “Oh, William!”
“She called me Billy.” He laughed anew at the thought. “Upon my word, Nettie, she beats anything I ever saw or heard of.”
“Did she remind you of the time you kissed her?”
“Yes!” Their eyes met in amused recognition of the past.
“Is she as handsome as ever?”
“Um—yes—I think so. She isn’t as pretty as you are.”
“Oh, Will!” She blushed and dimpled.
“I declare, it is true!” He gazed at her with genuine admiration. “What has come over you to-night, Nettie?—you look like a girl again.”
“And you were not sorry when you saw her, that—that—”