“Oh,” cried Honora, “if you're going to-night mayn't I go with you? I'd love to see him in bed.”
“Of course I'll take you,” said Sidney Dallam, and he looked at her so gratefully that she coloured again.
“Honora,” said Lily Dallam, when the women were back in the drawing-room, “what did you do to Sid? You had him beaming—and he hates dinner parties.”
“We were talking about children,” replied Honora, innocently.
“Children!”
“Yes,” said Honora, “and your husband has promised to take me up to the nursery.”
“And did you talk to Trixy about children, too?” cried Lily, laughing, with a mischievous glance at Mrs. Chandos.
“Is he interested in them?” asked Honora.
“You dear!” cried Lily, “you'll be the death of me. Lula, Honora wants to know whether Trixy is interested in children.”
Mrs. Chandos, in the act of lighting a cigarette, smiled sweetly.