“Yes, oh yes.”
“It’ud be gorgeous to have some fresh air, and we could make plans and—”
“Yes, but not today. I want to think today—I should be better alone.”
It was foolish to be hurt, and gently she answered:
“I shouldn’t stop you thinking.”
“Some other day, then. This morning I’ll go alone. That last act is bothering me. I shall bring back a fierce hunger for you to appease.”
That was all. He reached for his hat and walked to the door. As he laid his hand on the knob she said:
“Think of me bending over the gas-ring, Wynne.”
He turned and looked queerly at her without replying. The angle of her speech was new and unexpected. Then his cleverness suggested:
“I shall think of you as you’ll look when our honeymoon begins.”