t be silly, dearest!' Geraldine protested. (She seemed so young and
interesting and bright and precious, and so competent, as she sat there,
behind the teapot, between her mature visitors in their black and their
grey: this was what Henry thought.) 'No, Aunt Annie; I have four at
present.'

'Four!' repeated Aunt Annie, aghast. 'But----'

'But, my dear!' exclaimed Mrs. Knight. 'Surely----'

Geraldine glanced with respectful interest at Mrs. Knight.

'Surely you'll find it a great trial to manage them all?' said Aunt
Annie.

'No,' said Geraldine. 'At least, I hope not. I never allow myself to be
bothered by servants. I just tell them what they are to do. If they do
it, well and good. If they don't, they must leave. I give an hour a day
to domestic affairs. My time is too occupied to give more.'

'She likes to spend her time going up and down in the lift,' Henry
explained.

Geraldine put her hand over her husband's mouth and silenced him. It was
a pretty spectacle, and reconciled the visitors to much.

Aunt Annie examined Henry's face. 'Are you quite well, Henry?' she
inquired.

'I'm all right,' he said, yawning. 'But I want a little exercise. I
haven't been out much to-day. I think I'll go for a short walk.'

'Yes, do, dearest.'

'Do, my dear.'

As he approached the door, having kissed his wife, his mother, without
looking at him, remarked in a peculiarly dry tone, which she employed
only at the rarest intervals: 'You haven't told me anything about your
honeymoon yet, Henry.'

'You forget, sister,' said Aunt Annie stiffly, 'it's a secret.'

'Not now--not now!' cried Geraldine brightly. 'Well, we'll tell you.
Where do you think we drove after leaving you? To the Savoy Hotel.'

'But why?' asked Mrs. Knight ingenuously.

'We spent our honeymoon there, right in the middle of London. We
pretended we were strangers to London, and we saw all the sights that
Londoners never do see. Wasn't it a good idea?'

'I--I don't know,' said Mrs. Knight.

'It seems rather queer--for a honeymoon,' Aunt Annie observed.

'Oh, but it was splendid!' continued Geraldine. 'We went to the theatre
or the opera every night, and lived on the fat of the land in the best
hotel in Europe, and saw everything--even the Tower and the Mint and the
Thames Tunnel and the Tate Gallery. We enjoyed every moment.'

'And think of the saving in fares!' Henry put in, swinging the door to
and fro.

'Yes, there was that, certainly,' Aunt Annie