CHAPTER XIX
Next morning saw the phenomenon of Amy being first at the breakfast table. She had decided on a truce, but her decision was almost shattered when, looking over her paper, the paragraph that Tydvil had dictated to Geraldine met her eyes. Amy, not only boiled with wrath, she almost exploded. Fortunately, she had five minutes in which to recover before a composed and impenitent husband wished her a polite "good morning" as he took his place.
Although Tydvil was not aware of the blessing, nature had gifted him with one of those rare but priceless heads that do not impose a drastic penance for a night out. He was feeling as fit as he looked, and helped himself generously to grilled kidneys and bacon.
Amy watched him sulkily, and then said sourly, "I think, my dear Tydvil, you mig
