Jimmy watched her with adoring eyes. Suddenly:
"I shall tell him that we can't stay after to-night," he said decidedly. "I shall tell him that he can't possibly expect it."
Christine looked round.
"Tell whom—your brother? What do you mean—that he can't expect it?"
Jimmy put an arm round her.
"I shall tell him—don't you know what I shall tell him?" he said fondly. He bent his head suddenly to hers. "I'll tell him that we're going away to-morrow"—his voice dropped to a whisper—"on a second honeymoon."
"Oh!" said Christine softly.