Joyce's first words were to tell me I had been away a very long time. Flattering as this was, I had to justify myself and account for every moment of my absence. She wanted to know what I had wired to the Seraph, and as husbands and wives in posse should have no secrets from each other, I showed her the draft of my cable. Her face was a study.
"My dear!" she exclaimed, "we can't go all the way to New York even to see the Seraph. You suggested Taormina when you left here...."
"Quite so," I assented.
"Did you order rooms?"
"Yes."
"Then we can't go to New York."
"I never proposed to."
"Why did you invite the Seraph to lunch with us there?"
"I didn't."
"Toby!"