He touched her hand.
“Come on,” he said tenderly.
She got up, looked at her machine, hesitated, and then said, “It’s a fine afternoon and a blow will do me good. I’ve finished that MS. We may as well.”
She put on her best blouse and a pair of new gloves. It was a beautiful afternoon, and we were all gay as we trundled along on the roof of the tram.
Chaytor led us to the row of semi-detached villas. Minnie eyed them admiringly.
“That is the sort of house I should like,” she said with a sigh. “There is every convenience.”
Chaytor was going along very slowly, looking intently at the mouth of every passage. He went to the very end of the row. We followed, feeling half excited and half foolish. I said with sudden suspicion to Minnie:
“It isn’t the first of April, is it?”
She returned with dangerous brevity:
“No. The sixth.”