Hilary.
"Just so. She gave away the whole situation. Then I did trust
that Hilary would lose his place, or develop an old flame, or do
something just a little interesting."
"It was a perfect time," said Mrs. Hilary.
"I wonder why in the world you told me about it," I pursued.
"I don't know why I did," said Mrs. Hilary dreamily.
"The only possible excuse for an engagement like that," I
observed, "is to be found in intense post-nuptial unhappiness."
Hilary rose, and advanced towards his wife.
"Your embroidery's falling on the floor," said he.
"Not a bit of it," said I.
"Yes, it is," he persisted; and he picked it up and gave it to
her. Miss Phyllis smiled delightedly. Hilary had squeezed his
wife's hand.
"Then we don't excuse it," said he.
I took out my watch. I was not finding much entertainment.
"Surely it's quite early, old man?" said Hilary.
"It's nearly eleven. We've spent half-an-hour on the thing,"
said I peevishly, holding out my hand to my hostess.
"Oh, are you going? Good night, Mr. Carter."
I turned to Miss Phyllis.
"I hope you won't think all love affairs are like that," I said;
but I saw her lips begin to shape into "lovely," and I hastily
left the room.
Hilary came to help me on with my coat.
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