"I don't suppose he will—he likes a free-and-easy life; he'd hate it if Aunt Madge expected him to get into dress togs every evening."
"Would he?" She felt despondent; she supposed that she could not expect anyone to wish to come and visit her.
She thought of her friend, Dorothy Webber, with envy. If only she had been like Dorothy, full of go and a great sportswoman, Chris would at least have been pleased to be with her for the sake of mutual tastes and agreeable companionship.
It was raining fast when they got to London; a crowd of people had come up on their train, and it was difficult to get a taxi.
Chris began to get irritable.
"Didn't you tell Aunt Madge what time we should arrive?" he asked. "She might have sent the car."
"I didn't know what time—you hadn't decided when I wrote," Marie answered anxiously. "I am sure she would have sent the car if she had known."
Chris looked inclined to be sulky.
109 "I shall buy one of my own, and be independent." he said with a frown.
But they secured a taxi in the end, and Chris slammed the door and sat down beside his wife with a sigh of relief.