There seemed such a spirit of comradeship between these two, she wondered why she had never noticed it before.
When breakfast was over she followed her husband into the hall. As a rule, she avoided him, and he looked up in surprise as she stood beside him while he brushed his coat and hat.
"Have you got to go to the City to-day?" she asked at last with an effort.
He echoed her words blankly:
"Have I got to go? What do you mean?"
"Only that"—she hesitated nervously—"only—it's so fine, I thought perhaps you might stay at home."
Forrester flushed a little, but he only said dryly, "Oh, I see," and got into his coat.
Faith watched him with timid eyes, that yet held a dawning resolution. Yesterday he had gone motoring with them to please Peg, and because Peg had asked him. Would he stay at home this morning to please her, if she could find the courage to ask him?
"I've a great deal to see to to-day," he went on lightly. "There's been trouble down at Heeler's, you know."
Faith knew, but it had not interested her. She never wished to think of Heeler's any more. It was like another part of her life—a part she only wanted to forget.