“He said he would come to dinner.”
“Then we’ll fill in the time between then and now, and I’ll take charge.”
Eve stood up suddenly.
“Why—why do you always make me feel it will be all right?”
“It will. There, be off and get your hat.”
“Very well.” At the door she turned. “I have a frock if you’ll let me put it on. You won’t have to take me out in this old thing.”
“Have you worn it for him?”
“No.”
“Silly girl. Wear it for me, then. I’ll wait.”
As the door closed he muttered to himself: