"You must put it better than that, darling," said Connie inexorably. "Now, be a little man! You came because--because--" The sorely-harrassed husband, driven into a corner, turned a deep plum-colour. "Because I love you!" he growled. "Now chuck it, Connie, for goodness’ sake!" He was rewarded by a radiant smile. "That is much better," said Connie approvingly. "Now you shall have some breakfast. After that I have a great deal for you to do." "What?" "You can take us for a drive in the car." "Us?" "Yes--us. Me, Dicky, and his fiancée," answered Connie very distinctly. "Righto!" replied this maddening man unconcernedly. Connie heaved a patient little sigh, and repeated:-- "Me, Dicky, and--his fiancée." This effort was more successful. "Righto!" said Carmyle once more. "Freak engaged again?" he added as an afterthought. Connie cast up her eyes in a piteous fashion, as if to imply that it is better to have a husband like this than none at all, and replied resignedly:-- "Yes. It’s a long story. I wrote you a letter about it last night. Here it is in the post-basket. Read it now; while I run and break the news of your visitation to Lady Adela." By the time that Connie returned, her taciturn but capable husband had mastered the contents of her letter--parentheses, italics, notes of exclamation, and all--and was ready to receive the orders of the day. "Now, listen," commanded Connie swiftly. "At breakfast you will invite Dicky and Tilly to come for a run in the motor. I don’t know anything about that girl, but I had a long talk with her last night when we were getting ready for bed, and she is the right sort. She seemed to like me, too. What did you say?" "Nothing," replied the exasperating William. "Go on." "Anyhow," continued Connie, ignoring a mysterious chuckle, "I am not going to have her pumped and bullied by Lady Adela and Sylvia before she has found her feet. Therefore we will take her and Dicky away for the day. Get your invitation off at breakfast, before Lady Adela begins organising a party for church. The young couple can have the back seat to themselves, and I will come in front with you." "Anything you like," replied Carmyle cheerfully. He had been looking forward to an indolent morning with Connie in the smoking-room, for he really had had a hard week; but he never questioned the dispositions of the small goddess who controlled his movements. Whatever she ordained was right. "Thank you, Bill darling! I love you very much." Mrs. Carmyle stood upon tiptoe, and with an affectionate sigh endeavoured to lay her head upon her husband’s left shoulder. Mr. Carmyle gave her no assistance. He merely removed his sovereign-purse with some ostentation from his left-hand waistcoat-pocket to his right. II