I shall ask him to dinner and we can give a May dance perhaps--something informal and pretty--What is the matter, Curt ?" "Nothing, dear.

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Only I wouldn't plan anything just yet--I mean for the present--not for a few days, anyway----" He shrugged, removed his glasses, polished them on his handkerchief, and sat holding them, his short-sighted eyes lost in reverie.
His wife endured it to the limit of patience: "Curt," she began in a lower voice, "you and I gen'ally avoid certain matters, dear--but--ev'ything is sure to come right in the end--isn't it?
The No'th is going to be sensible." "In the--end," he admitted quietly.