"That will be—jolly."
"I'll get right upstairs now."
"Goodbye."
He made no effort to take her hand or to kiss her and she offered no encouragement. At the room door he turned.
"Paris for the honeymoon?" he asked.
"Wherever you like."
He looked at her critically and she met his eyes without flinching.
"And you feel kind of strong—soft spots eradicated?"
"Naturally."
"I'm a hell of a tonic," said Ezra P. Hipps and closed the door behind him.