“Ah, that is dear of you,” she said. “You are always such a darling to me.”
He was not a man to give grudging consents, or spoil a gift by offering it except with the utmost cordiality.
“I only hope you’ll make a great success of it, little woman,” he said. “And it must be dull for you at Harrogate. So that’s settled, and we’re all satisfied. Let us see if Elsie has come in yet.”
She laughed softly.
“You are a dear,” she said again.
Wilfred Evans was neither analytical regarding himself nor curious about analysis that might account for the action of others. Just as in his professional work he was rather old-fashioned, but eminently safe and sensible, so in the ordinary conduct of his life he did not seek for abstruse causes and subtle motives. It was quite enough for him that his wife
