What have you been doing ?' 'Aylmer's been here.' 'Didn't know he was in town.' 'He's only come for a few days.' 'I should like to see him,' said Bruce, looking brighter.

'Did he ask after me ?' 'Yes.' He looked at her again and said suspiciously: 'I suppose you didn't mention--' 'Mention what ?' 'Edith!' 'Yes ?' He cleared his throat and then said with an effort of self-assertion that she thought at once ridiculous and touching: 'Look here, I don't wish to blame you in any way for what--er-- arrangements you like to make in your own household.

But--er--have you written to Miss Townsend ?' 'Yes; she won't come back.' 'Er--but won't she ask why ?' 'I hope not.' 'Why ?' asked Bruce, with a tinge of defiance.
'Because then I should have to explain.

And I don't like explaining.' There was another pause.

Bruce seemed to take a great interest in his nails, which he examined separately one at a time, and then all together, holding both hands in front of him.
'Did Archie enjoy his day ?' 'Oh yes,' said Edith.
Bruce suddenly stood up, and a franker, more manly expression came into his face.