"Yes. You didn't say much about it."
"No. The flowers are nice, aren't they? I love flowers."
"So you do," he exclaimed suddenly. "I wish I'd brought you some; there are such lovely ones at Victoria."
His wife smiled.
"But I've brought you something I hope you'll like as well."
"Have you, you dear kind person?"
He took her hand and drew nearer. "Marie, darling, it's awf'ly good to see you again. This last week in Paris seemed such waste of time, with you so near."
She looked at him with her eyes widening, a trick he found vivid in his memory. A little more colour rose into her cheeks.
"Don't you want to see the children?" she asked, "or do you want tea first?"
"I have an idea I want you. But—where are they?"