“I wish you’d give some fixed date—so that I could have things ready, and tell people.”
“It depends upon Aunt Polly; I really can’t say for certain. I’ll write to you.”
They kept silence for a moment and then an idea seized Bertha.
“What d’you say to going to the Natural History Museum? Don’t you remember, we went there on our honeymoon? I’m sure it would amuse you to see it again.”
“Would you like to go?” asked Edward.
“I’m sure it would amuse you,” she replied.
Next day while Bertha was shopping with her husband, Gerald and Miss Ley sat alone.
“Are you very disconsolate without Bertha?” she asked.
“Utterly miserable!”
“That’s very rude to me, dear boy.”