spirits must have been contagious. Arthur caught them, and was his own amiable, amusing self. He talked and laughed and told some excellent stories. I had never found myself with so agreeable a companion—and to think that he was my husband! What a senseless girl I had been to worry. I promised myself that for the future I would indulge in no more idiocy.
"Just think, Arthur," I said, as he dallied with some cheese (dallying with cheese is my own idea) and I made a combination of almonds and raisins, "Marie imagined we were old married people. You never told her that we were just married—you sly boy."
"Did you?" It was really very strange why Arthur should get so uncomfortable at my little innocent remarks.
"Of course I did. I don't propose to sail under false colors, as an antiquated dowager."
"What did Marie say?" with eagerness.
"She was very, very surprised. She thought you were so droll to go off to the City as you did. I was angry with her, and she said she was not
