"You are. What on earth did you do before you married me?"
"George Tanqueray helped me."
He frowned.
"Well, you can leave it to me now," he said.
"It takes it out of me more than all the books I ever wrote."
That touched him, and he smiled in spite of himself.
"If," said she, "we only had a housekeeper."
"A housekeeper?"
"It's a housekeeper you want."
She put her face to his, brushing his cheek with a shy and fugitive caress.