“Is that what he preached?” asked Mills with a vague smile. “What do you think of the proposition?”
“The man’s right! But it doesn’t make me any happier to know it,” Mrs. Torrence replied. “Next Sunday I’ll stay in bed.”
She took Mills away for the avowed purpose of asking his private counsel in spiritual matters.
“Isn’t she nice?” said Millicent.
“I’m bound to think so; she arranged this for me!”
“Did she?” asked Millicent with feigned innocence. “She did it neatly!”
“She promised to be my friend and then proved it,” Bruce said, and then added, “I’m not so sure our host quite liked being taken away.”
“How foolish of you! He can always see me!” she replied indifferently. “Don’t scorn your food! It is of an exceeding goodness. Bring me up to date a little about yourself. Any more dark days?”
“No-o-o.”
She laughed at the prolongation of his denial.