"Not all of you," he denied, with a fleeting thought of Roselle.
"Tell me," Marie asked, "what were you and she talking of so earnestly when I came in? It won't matter anyway—but I'm just curious to know."
"Shall I tell you?"
"I've asked."
He answered very slowly, as if still weighing his words: "We were talking of a coming trip I have to make to Paris; I was asking her if she wouldn't come, too."
A little colour rose in his wife's face.
"I'll come instead," she said clearly.
Osborn Kerr let himself into No. 30, Welham Mansions, laden with packages. He knew not what thank-offerings to make to heaven, so he made them to his family. Flowers and chocolate boxes hung about him.
He whistled gaily.