dressed for dinner." He looked at her anxiously. "I hope you haven't made a dinner engagement anywhere. I want you all to myself to-night, and we can have a quiet little honeymoon dinner together."
"I'm afraid I did say I'd dine—with Lucy," she said confusedly. Perhaps she could get an opportunity to get away for a few minutes that way. "But I can dash over and call it off."
"Why not do it over the 'phone?" There seemed no answer to that.
She waited for him down in the living-room, not daring to absent herself yet, and tried to read the evening newspaper he had brought out with him and dropped on the divan. She was tickled to death with his wonderful news, not now so much for what it would mean to her in the future but really because he had made good and been rewarded for his months of strenuous work. And, of course, it could hardly have come at a more opportune time. The hand of fate seemed to be operating in her favor at last.
He came down in his bathing suit and once more she felt a glow of pride in his well-set-up body and broad shoulders and altogether wholesome appearance. Dudley had been a rather famous college athlete in his day and he had always taken good care of himself.
