ceiling; Hilary was looking at his wife--I, thinking it safest,
was regarding my own boots.

At last Miss Phyllis broke the silence.

"How perfectly lovely!" she said.

"Yes," said Mrs. Hilary, reflectively. "And we were married
three months afterwards."

"Tenth of June," said Hilary reflectively.

"And we had the most charming little rooms in the world! Do you
remember those first rooms, dear? So tiny!"

"Not bad little rooms," said Hilary.

"How awfully lovely," cried little Miss Phyllis.

I felt that it was time to interfere.

"And is that all?" I asked.

"All? How do you mean?" said Mrs. Hilary, with a slight start.

"Well, I mean, did nothing else happen? Weren't there any
complications? Weren't there any more troubles, or any more
opposition, or any misunderstandings, or anything?"

"No," said Mrs. Hilary.