"I never asked him." She looked down candidly into his face where he sat in an easy-chair waiting for her arrangement of the sofa.

"What makes you ask ?" He answered with another question.

"Does he know that we had thought of staying here ?" "Why, we've always talked of that, haven't we?
Yes, he knows it.

Didn't you want him to know it, papa?
You ought to have begun on the ship, then.

Of course I've asked him what sort of place it was.