I'm perfectly safe."
"Yes, thank goodness, you are," acknowledged his wife. "Telling you
things is like dropping them down a deep black well, which is a
great comfort to a confiding person like myself. Well, then, if you
insist on knowing what my lower nature thinks of this performance,
it's my opinion that Joy and Johnny both ought to have their ears
boxed. I don't believe in corporal punishment as a rule, but if
there ever was a time for it--"
"In Philip's words," suggested her husband, "it would have been
politer to have told us before they made up their minds!"
Phyllis laughed.
"I confess I rather agree with him," she said. "It was a little
shock. Just the same, I never came across any one sweeter or
prettier or more attractive than Joy, and it certainly is a comfort
to know that John's wife will be some one I can be friends with
without a struggle. You never _can_ tell what a man's going to
marry."
Allan arose and walked up and down meditatively, his golden-brown
eyes fixed on the dulling sunset. He had spent several of his years
lying on his back, as the result of an automobile accident in his
early youth, and since he had been given back the use of his limbs he
never kept still unnecessarily. He had arrears to make up, he said.
Phyllis watched him striding back and forth, tall and graceful, and
forgot all about Joy's love-affairs. For the moment, watching his
grace of movement lovingly, she was back in the days that had seemed
so happy then, but were so much less happy than these, when they had
had their first glad certainty that he would entirely recover.
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