night you held forth on what you were going to do when the business was sold. You were going to the South Seas for the fishing, you were going to sleep every day till noon, you were going to dabble a bit in the stock market and buy a couple of automobiles, and just as you began to debate with yourself on the advisability of taking lessons in aviation I fell asleep."
"So did I," added young Hubert.
Hubert Senior said nothing. It really did seem as though he had told them something of his plans. He watched Helen in silence. She was filling the vegetable dishes with creamed carrots. He liked the way she did it. Tidily and swiftly. She was not looking at him. Neither was young Hubert; so he could look at his wife if he chose. She looked pretty good. Her hair was white though. Of course that always made a person look old. He ran his hand contentedly through his own reddish hair. He hadn't a bit of gray and he was a year older than Helen. Funny that she didn't dye her hair. You'd think she would. Silly how she rubbed ice on her face and dieted and went through all kinds of maneuvers to keep looking young and then let her hair get white. Well, it wasn't his business.
Her eyes, gray green and cold like the winter ocean, met his as she offered him a dish of carrots. He took it and said, "Thank you." Helen said nothing. She wanted to speak to him but could think of nothing that would fit the occasion. She knew he was tingling with excitement and full of his own importance. He felt like a great business man tonight and a sudden wave of sympathy made her want to be kind and give him a chance
