‘Very well. Off with your coat!’
I took it off.
‘Now, come in here;’ and she led the way to the drawing-room. We stepped across to the mantelpiece, and she lifted a photo. ‘There’s the two Australians,’ she said, with a grin.
I looked at the photo of two beautiful Australian girls in nursing-uniform, and muttered, ‘By Jove, what charming girls!’
‘Are you satisfied now, old King Jealousy?’
‘Yes; but why didn’t you tell me when you wrote the letter?’
‘Why?’
‘Yes.’
‘For a very womanly reason.’