"I loathe traveling," he said.
She looked at him in surprise.
"I thought you liked it; you used to do a great deal before—before we were married."
He laughed.
"Oh, well, a bachelor's travels are rather different to taking a wife and half a dozen trunks along. It's the luggage that's such a bother." He sat up with sudden energy. "Marie Celeste, what are you going to tell Aunt Madge?"
"What do you mean?" But she knew quite well.
He avoided her eyes.
"You know what I mean. I don't want to talk about it, but it's just as well for us both to tell the same story, or at least not to contradict one another."
"I see. Well—I wasn't going to tell her anything. Why should I? It's nothing to do with Aunt Madge."
He colored a little.