"Go and order that motor-car we had this afternoon while I get ready." Mr.Pendleton was accustomed to his wife's energetic way of doing things on the spur of the moment, but he had never become used to it.

"Do you intend to go and see your brother to-night ?" he said, with an air of surprise.
"Why not ?" Mr.Pendleton sought for a reason, but could find none.

"It's rather late, isn't it ?" he suggested.
"Nonsense!" Mrs.Pendleton glanced at her wrist watch.

"It's not much past eight." "Why not leave it until the morning ?" said her husband, with a lingering glance at the cheery glow of the log-fire in the lounge.

"It's a beast of a night to be out.