If you can't stand the intellectual strain we'll side-step the show later and play a little--what do you call it in the army ?--pontoons ?" They strolled toward the door, Nina's arms linked in theirs, her slim fingers interlocked on her breast.
"We are certainly going to be happy--we three--in this innocent _menage a trois_," she said.

"I don't know what more you two men could ask for--or I, either--or the children or Eileen.

Only one thing; I think it is perfectly horrid of Gerald not to be here." Traversing the hall she said: "It always frightens me to be perfectly happy--and remember all the ghastly things that _could_ happen.

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